When my older daughter was in 2nd grade we did a picnic out in the grass at the school for Cinco De Mayo, just her class so about 25 kids, and I got to volunteer and it was a lot of fun. Food, pinata, and a bunch of games. One of the games was the three-legged race. I was in charge of calling the winner of 4 or 5 pairs of kids racing and the sprinklers all turned on at once. Not baby spray sprinklers, but full jet golf course style sprinklers. Some kids were freaking out and running away, one girl was prettying to be melting like the witch in Wizard of Oz, teachers and other parents were scrambling to move the food and blankets out of the way. All of the pairs of kids in the three legged race managed to hobble away from the sprinklers, except for one. These two boys were tied together at the ankle way too well and one was a lot bigger than the other and he decided to embrace the situation by going right into a sprinkler in full effect dragging the littler kid along. Think of Chris Farley when Rob Lowe sprayed him with gasoline in Tommy Boy. The littler kid was on the ground trying to crawl away and the bigger kid was just living his best sprinkler on a hot day life. I did the responsible thing and went and got them separated to help the kid on the ground hating it, but I waited for the teacher to tell the happy kid to get away from the sprinkler. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/3BciV1e
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