Role Reversal

Connor just turned one recently, and my sister (Hi, Leah!) and I both got him one of those sprinklers for kids to run through. You know, the kind that you screw onto the end of your hose, and it sprays water pretty gently? Right. Those. She got him an Elmo one (I don't know either ... you'll have to ask her), and I got him a Batman one.

So last week I was home alone with the boys, and we were outside playing. I had hooked up the Batman sprinkler, and Michael was running around in it, then he wanted to switch to the Elmo one. I tried to be accomodating, but I just couldn't get it off the hose. I really tried, but I couldn't unscrew it. Michael said, "It's okay, Dad. We can just wait 'til Mommy gets home and she can do it."



But a couple of days later, he asked her what we were having for dinner, and she said she didn't know, so he said, "I guess we'd better call Dad."

That doesn't totally make up for the earlier incident, but it helps.