Hosed Down

The weather was crazy hot yesterday.  The kids played in their pool and with their slip & slide most of the day.  After naps, they wanted to go outside again.  I didn't mind.  I was attempting to cook and chaos usually just makes the end result worse.

So, there they are, happily playing outside.  All of a sudden, Vance comes in and tells me Owen pooped on Vance's shirt.  What?  I look at Vance's shirt and, sure enough, there is a stain.  I am disgusted.  Owen has been having "issues" with going to the bathroom anywhere but in the potty, e.g. in his closet while he, Vance, and Carter play with flash lights, on the floor of his room after he and Vance are in bed for the night, outside for no reason except that perhaps the bathroom is too far away and he doesn't want to stop playing, etc.

I go outside to retrieve Owen.  He needs to know this isn't acceptable, even if he does think it's funny.  Owen is standing on the deck, hose in hand.  I head towards him.  You can guess what happens next, can't you?  He sprays me with the hose, soaking me from head to foot.  And, the worst part is that he keeps spraying until I get to him and make him drop the hose.  You'd think he would have sprayed me once, let go, and run away.  Nope, he held the hose on me the entire five seconds or so it took to get to him.  How can this kid not be afraid of getting into trouble?

In the end, he was in his room for three minutes while I changed clothes.  And, he did tell me he loved me and I was his best friend when all was said and done.