Hannah and Anthony were outside riding scooters this afternoon.
“Hey, Mom,” asked Anthony, “if there’s a sprinkler that’s on, is it okay if we ride through it, or should we go around?”
“It’s warm enough,” I told him. “You can ride through.”
Minutes (and I mean no more than TWO minutes) later, Anthony tried to sneak through the back door. Luckily for me, he was foiled by his baby brother. Sheepishly, he asked me if I would take his shoes and put them on the rug to dry.
“Just how wet are you?” I asked him.
“Not too bad,” he told me.
“Let me see!” I said.
“Uh, do I have to?”
“You do now. Let me see.”
He pushed the door open all the way, and it looked like he had jumped into a swimming pool fully clothed. He stood there, dripping onto the garage floor, with a nervous smile on his face. “Hannah is this wet, too!” he protested. “It isn’t just me.”
All I could do was smile. “So, it’s okay?” he asked. I laughed and nodded, and he ran back to Hannah as fast as he could, screaming, “She says it’s okay. Let’s get wet again!”
They rode scooters for nearly an hour. They probably would have ridden longer, but the neighbor’s sprinklers turned off for the night. What a shame.
It’s a good thing that tomorrow will be warm, too.