We have a stellar sprinkler system for our yard in Georgia. (I guess with this heat, you need a good one!) My nine-year-old son loves playing in the water jets when they turn on. Yesterday, when the sprinklers came on, he bolted out the front door, wearing his tee shirt and shorts.
"Bubba," I called after him, "Why don't you change into your bathing suit?"
Too late. He was already soaked.
He ran around, squealing with delight, getting completely drenched.
When he was finished, he came back inside. He stood on the floor as the water dripped off of him. In five seconds, there was a huge puddle of water.
"Bubba, what am I going to do with you?" I said, looking at him.
"Use me as a mop. These floors need to be cleaned anyway!" He sat down on his rear end and scooted along the floor.
Perfect. And I don't even have to push!