Last night, after I had finished teaching violin lessons, I heard a lot of screaming. It was coming from my backyard. Curious, I went to investigate. All the sprinklers were turned on in the backyard, and eight kids were standing in the middle of them, getting soaking wet.
I didn't even recognized half of those kids. What the heck is going on here? I thought. I walked out to see.
My husband was standing at the edge of the yard next to be big hole. He had a shovel in his hands. "I fixed the sprinklers!" he said, all proud of himself.
"I see that," I said. "What's with the kids?" I said. "I don't think their parents will be too thrilled when they come home soaking wet!"
"They just showed up," he said.
I looked at all of them having a good time.
Then our hundred pound German Shepherd barked from inside the house. What did my husband do? He let him out. So then there were eight wet kids and one wet German Shepherd all barking, screaming, and running around my backyard.