So, tonight, as Dave was heading out to meet with the high school boys, I heard a ruckus in the back yard. Around the corner I strolled and there stood Jack with a garden hose- hosing down poor 1 1/2 year old Carter. Carter is dripping wet. Jack is grinning. "We do not hose down our brother!" I bellow. "David...come here!" I call him mainly because it's just funny, but also so that i'm not the only bad guy.
Dave walks out, takes it all in and casually takes the hose from Jack. He hands the hose to the baby and cranks up the water. Then Carter lets loose on Jack. Just a little contrast in parenting style. Of course, then he leaves and i'm left with two very wet little monkeys in my house.
