Sprinklers

Today, the weather was beautiful outside, sunny with a nice breeze to make the 80-something degrees feel cooler. So, my wife and I decided to take Troy outside for lunch on the back patio. He seemed to enjoy it as much as we did, needing no distraction while he happily requested food from both our plates. I guess the world and life outside the house is enough distraction.

When we finished eating, I decided for no reason at all to rake the dead thatch out of the grass, so it was a little softer for us to walk around. After I finished, I turned the sprinklers on to pack the dirt down and settle the dust, and that’s when the real fun began. Troy immediately ran over to explore this new wondrous thing. He generally loves the water, but he’s never seen it shot out of a little black tube twenty feet across the yard...and more importantly been able to reach out and feel it. He would sneak up behind the sprinkler; squat down and put his hand into the water, directing the spray in all different directions; and then run away laughing when it started “chasing” him. By the time the sprinklers finally shut off, the front of his onesie was completely soaked through, but he didn’t seem to care at all. All he wanted was for those mysterious black tubes to pop back out of the grass and spray him again!