Next were the bumper boats. As they stood in line the kids all said the same thing: We do not want to be soaking wet. Let's just squirt each other's boats, not actually drench each other.
That sounded good.
Well there were two young squirrels in the pool we didn't even know, and they weren't in on this agreement and obviously did not give a shit. They drenched Little Jay from head to foot, and James was pretty saturated too. Tim wanted to get wet, so he did not care.
Here's Jay trying to duck, but he's too tall to hide. He said they shot him right in the eyes.
Here they are.
The little punks ran to the parking lot and unchained their bikes and rode off, jeering at my kids. Little Jay was totally a good sport during this, but afterward had some choice words. Later on he said he wished he'd have mooned them, but then nah. Or at least chased after them on their bikes to scare them a little. Nah. I told him his composure was something to be admired, even while he and James wrung out their shirts, and shook out their drenched hair.
Oh yeah. Young squirrel-ish punks, they're all alike.
I asked if they were freezing and they said they weren't cold at all, so that was at least good.
Onward. Putt-putt golf awaits. love you patient guys, MOM
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