Well it’s official…I have been outsmarted by a 5 year old!
As it’s saturday morning, and HOT HOT HOT, my hubby decided to hand-wash our cars with my son, so I could have some time to work on my book. Very sweet of him.
An hour passes and there I am, blissfully editing, when a call comes from the front door. “Come out and check to make sure the cars are done.”
Now, in hindsight, I should have known something was up. My two pranksters mingled with soapy fun can never turn out good for me.
So, painfully ignorant of their devious scheme, I step straight out my front door. I see my husband, staring fixedly at the cars, as if he has found a spot they have missed. I glance around, worried that I can’t see my little man. (We live on the main street in our neighborhood and people fly up and down it! Drives me crazy!)
Next thing I know….whoosh! Full on ambush with the garden hose.
Am I impressed? You betcha! My son was sneaky enough to hide only four feet from me, plastered against the house so I didn’t notice him. I never even saw the first spray coming. Nor the remaining minute of continual drenching.
*Sigh* The joys of having an imaginative child.
Wonder where he gets that from?