Today was beautiful! The kids didn't nap well after church so we decided to head on outside and tire them out before bed. We tried the water balloons that EJ got but he didn't really get the idea of a water balloon fight so we broke out the sprinkler. Last year was iffy with the sprinkler--he was afraid of it unless we had the stream down to a trickle. This year was an entirely different story. He was running through it, letting it spray him, spraying it on stuff . . . he had a blast! Lydia wanted to like it so much! The water was about 33 degrees--I think ice cubes were shooting out at some point--needless to say she saw her brother having a blast and then when she got there she couldn't understand why getting sprayed with icy water was supposed to be fun. Once her daddy grabbed her by the armpits and starting running her through the water really fast though she perked up.
In a typical two year old manner he heard "Don't spray your sister." as a directive to douse his sisters head with the hose. This is an ancient art of brother torture and he is the master. He insisted that "Her likes it!" even as she was screaming in protest.