What is it with kids and water? Friday night for our family night the kids wanted to go outside and play in the sprinklers. We compromised. I held the hose and sprayed so that I could make sure the water went somewhere it was needed (our lawn has developed some dry spots). I hoped that would satisfy them for awhile.
Ha! Saturday morning they were right back outside again, using spray bottles, since we’d told them we’re living in an area where we have to conserve water. They played with the spray bottles for close to eight hours straight, though after awhile the sprayer parts went away and they mostly used the bottles to transport water to the slide and the trampoline.
Occasionally they would get tired/cold/wet enough to want to lay out on their towels in the sun, but that would seldom last for long–especially after Emma’s encounter with a bee that thought her towel was a flower bed or something, and she ended up stung. They’ve all got sunburns today, but I doubt that will slow them down any next time there’s water fun to be had. At least two of our three kids will be having a Water Day at school this week.
And it’s not just at home. Whenever we go hiking they are drawn to the closest stream or river. We can’t not try and cross the stream, which of course means at least one kid will fall in. Walking home from church today they went out of their way to walk past someone’s sprinklers that were spraying onto the sidewalk.
If there’s water, they’ll want to be in it. Period.
I don’t remember being quite so bad when I was their age. Yes, we did have a wading pool (okay, a cattle watering tub) that we often wanted to fill, but that was, more often than not, just so we could float boats in it, not get it all over us. Okay, sometimes that happened, too, but it wasn’t the main point. Or maybe I’m just not remembering things correctly. Refresh my memory, oh siblings! Were we that crazy about water?