The next to the last photo was during the 'Carnivale' celebration. Towards the end of the party, the kids were given colorful water bottles made out of soft plastic. Now these weren't drinkin' water bottles . . . Noooooo . . . . They were water fightin' bottles.
Well, it just looked like too much fun for just the kids to be having. So, I grabbed a bottle from one of the children and joined in. I forgot that when playing with adults, children adopt the 'herd' mentality. So, when I went to squirt the kids, I got 15+ water bottles aimed at me. What you are witnessing is the 'squeal and retreat' tactic I took when I realized that I was significantly outnumbered.
By the end of the fight, I was out of breath and soaked to the point where I went to the bathroom to wring out my shirt and pants.
I'm a Southerner by birth, as is my husband. We've recently relocated back South of the Mason-Dixon line after an eight year stint in the Philadelphia suburbs. Along for the ride is Ginger, our cat.
While making our new house a home, every member of our small family is currently in the adjustment process . . . Getting to know our new neighbors (this includes two, four, six, eight and no - legged creatures), where crucial things (grocery store, Target, gym) are located, checking out the local sights and just settling into a new lifestyle here on the water!
3 comments:
What are you playing in the next-to-last photo?
Beautiful children.
All of these kids look adorable. I am sure they could also be a handful. Thank you for sharing this mosaic.
The next to the last photo was during the 'Carnivale' celebration. Towards the end of the party, the kids were given colorful water bottles made out of soft plastic. Now these weren't drinkin' water bottles . . . Noooooo . . . . They were water fightin' bottles.
Well, it just looked like too much fun for just the kids to be having. So, I grabbed a bottle from one of the children and joined in. I forgot that when playing with adults, children adopt the 'herd' mentality. So, when I went to squirt the kids, I got 15+ water bottles aimed at me. What you are witnessing is the 'squeal and retreat' tactic I took when I realized that I was significantly outnumbered.
By the end of the fight, I was out of breath and soaked to the point where I went to the bathroom to wring out my shirt and pants.
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