The Event

We talked about it for about a week beforehand.  We devised the plan, discussed the execution, and made sure that we kept everything under wraps.  It’s not like it was the first time we did it.  Really, it’s become somewhat of a tradition–we did it here and then again here.  They are getting older now, though.  They are smarter.  Now, they need a plan. 

They worked hard all morning.  They carefully wrapped 175 balloons around the hose, filled them with water, and handed them to me for tying. 

Okay. . . they didn’t work. 

Charlie worked.

Meadow drank milk. . .

. . . and Chanelle sought warmth under a blanket on the porch. . .

Did I mention that they chose the coldest day of the summer to do this little activity?  I warned them, I really did.  It’s really cold guys, you may want to wait until tomorrow–it will be warmer tomorrow. 
No one ever listens to Mama.

Thankfully, it warmed up a bit in the afternoon and Chanelle joined the festivities with a bright smile and enthusiastic attitude.

They worked hard all afternoon and made sure everything was prepared for “The Event”.

The plan went something like this. . . when Daddy texts you that he is coming home, we will set up the balloons.  You text him that we are out back and make sure that he comes around to the back of the house.
Pretty simple, eh? 

I received the “on my way home” text at about 5:25 and the kids took action.

Chad drives 25 minutes home from work so there was some (agonizing) wait time.

Charlie played ‘look out’ from the top of the hill and bolted down the hill when he saw Chad’s car.  It took seconds for my phone to ding with a text. . .

I don’t want to get hit with water balloons!!

Apparently he had caught of glimpse of Carlie’s not-so-covert spy skills.  I sent him a text back. . . come on–they have worked so hard today. 
I married a good man. . .

And the games began. . .

Where is Meadow, you’re wondering? 

She didn’t find this nearly as entertaining as her big brother and sister.  She stood behind me. . .

. . . and cried.

And that’s it.  The third annual “Attack Daddy With Water Balloons” event.  A simple-mess-making-over-in-the-blink-of-an-eye event.  Noteworthy only to us. . .

. . . but beautiful just the same.

Have a fun day!

“You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.”

  –Plato