How might this have happened you may wonder? If you have kids, you probably really aren't wondering as it is obvious, but indulge me...We were outside this morning watering my mom's gazillion flowers (seriously, there are a gazillion & they were supposed to be hooked up to the sprinkler system when they re-did their backyard but...that is another story) as I water, Zack plays in the hose. A fair trade I suppose...he gets wet & needs a new outfit & the flowers get watered. Whatever. This morning he found this pot empty of flowers, but full of dirt...mind you, he loves to play in this dirt, but he has never combined the dirt with the hose. I knew it was coming, but was quite surprised with his swiftness. When I went in to get him a towel he was sparkling clean...wet, but clean. This is what I found on my return. One dirty billy as we Boyers like to call them. I figured at least it was easy enough to clean him up...he was already wet & the hose was already on.
Zack was thoroughly annoyed when the hose was turned off. This was before he threw himself on the lawn & then tried biting me several times. Ohhh the joys! Oddly enough, while I don't encourage or provoke this kind of behavior, I still find it oddly humorous. I was a flopper & a biter, so I suppose it is only fair to deal with one myself. At least his passionate about what he wants, right?!? Call me in a month...I'm sure I will have changed my mind by then!
How might this have happened you may wonder? If you have kids, you probably really aren't wondering as it is obvious, but indulge me...We were outside this morning watering my mom's gazillion flowers (seriously, there are a gazillion & they were supposed to be hooked up to the sprinkler system when they re-did their backyard but...that is another story) as I water, Zack plays in the hose. A fair trade I suppose...he gets wet & needs a new outfit & the flowers get watered. Whatever. This morning he found this pot empty of flowers, but full of dirt...mind you, he loves to play in this dirt, but he has never combined the dirt with the hose. I knew it was coming, but was quite surprised with his swiftness. When I went in to get him a towel he was sparkling clean...wet, but clean. This is what I found on my return. One dirty billy as we Boyers like to call them. I figured at least it was easy enough to clean him up...he was already wet & the hose was already on.
Zack was thoroughly annoyed when the hose was turned off. This was before he threw himself on the lawn & then tried biting me several times. Ohhh the joys! Oddly enough, while I don't encourage or provoke this kind of behavior, I still find it oddly humorous. I was a flopper & a biter, so I suppose it is only fair to deal with one myself. At least his passionate about what he wants, right?!? Call me in a month...I'm sure I will have changed my mind by then!
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