Wet T-shirt Contest

On Saturday evening, my Mom and Mimi took me for a late swim. I got slathered up with that wretched stuff she calls sunscreen, and I was strapped into the carseat. When we walked up to the gate (my Mom carrying seventy pounds of pool accessories, plus and intertube around her arm), we discovered that it was closed for a private party! As you can imagine, I was not a happy little boy.

Fortunately, Mimi came up with a quick plan. A run through the hose in the backyard, was much like a budget spray park.

It was grand.