The other night Luke and I took the kids to a neighborhood park that has a fountain pad. I brought some red plastic cups so that the kids could put them over the fountain holes and watch them rocket into the air when the fountain underneath turned on. The kids were having a blast getting soaked in their clothes when I decided to fill a cup with water and throw it at Raegan. That sparked some sad attempts from the kids to get me wet, but I was too fast for them to really get me good. And then I saw Luke. Sweet dry Luke, tenderly holding Ellie and letting her play in a small fountain. I filled up my cup and threw the water in his face (something I've always wanted to do, preferably in a restaurant). Then as he stood up and tried to laugh it off, I filled another cup and threw it on his crotch. He again tried to laugh it off, but I could see he was getting irritated. I could barely walk I was laughing so hard. I got another cup of water, sneaked up behind him, pulled open the back of his pants and poured it in. Finally Luke put Ellie down, gave me a bear hug from behind pinning my arms to my sides, picked me up and held me over a squirting fountain until I was completely soaked. I got in a couple really funny shots, but he definitely won the fight. The kids said that night was the funnest time they've ever had. It was a lot of fun. And of course that wonderful evening of family fun ended with me yelling at the kids to get in the shower to go to sleep. I hope my kids edit those parts out when they look back on their childhood.
9/12/08
