It all started rather innocently, really. We decided that the turtles needed to be outside getting fresh air and natural sunlight. While the turtles were basking in the suns warm rays, we (ok, not we, it was more like "I") decided that the aquarium needed to be cleaned. This is no small task, and its a great idea to get everyone involved. (not sure WHO'S Great Idea) First we removed all the river rocks that are more of a decorative feature, to clean to goobily gook from them. So far, so good. Next the young Entomologist decides he is in charge of washing the walls of the aquarium,ok, I said, you're in charge. Of course the Baby needed something to do also, so I decided that he should rinse. (I must have been suffering heat stroke)

That is when it happened.

The Baby, (I need to come up with a more descriptive name for him) smiled this most delighfully evil smile, and squeezed the trigger,while aiming directly at..... ME! The water was SO COLD, I nearly went into shock! Meanwhile,the young Entomologist starts cheering him on, shouting, "Get Mommie! Get Mommie!" I am trying ever so politely (neighbors are watching) to wrangle the water hose from this child. After becoming soaked, I manage to reclaim the water hose. Ok, back to business I tell them. They, apparently, had other plans.

The Baby (that just sounds TOO innocent) grabbed the unguarded water hose, sneaks up on the young Entomologist, and sprays. It turns into an all out water war. Ok, I can see the turtles house won't get cleaned this way. I decided to let them be boys, and have fun. I mean, after all it isn't often the Baby has the opportunity to pay back his brother, for um.. all that.. uh, yeah, brotherly love. ;-) I went inside to grab the camera, and returned to park myself far enough away to remain dry. Attempts were made to "get Mommie", but I told them, in no uncertain terms, that if they did, bad things would certainly follow! I think they bought it, and returned to playing.

It's great being a Mommie. Wild horses can't drag me away.