there is something magical about playing with a hose during the summer. i'm not sure what it is, but i remember the feeling as a child. we could play with nothing but the hose for hours. my children feel the same way.
yesterday, it was really hot and after naps, i took the girls out in the backyard and turned on the hose.
apparently diane's nap wasn't long enough because she went back and forth between blissfully happy and completely distraught the whole time.
blissfully happy.
completely distraught.
blissfully happy.
completely distraught (although with good reason in this one. she didn't want her hair combed).
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