Grant got water balloons in his Easter basket from Auntie Shauna...so maybe she's the devil. He actually got water balloons from the Easter bunny too but since we used Shauna's first, I'm just going to go ahead and blame her. On Saturday afternoon, while stirring dinner in the crockpot, I thought "Wouldn't today be a great day for a water balloon fight?" After several ridiculous attempts to fill them at the sink because I found the included nozzle to be useless, I was over it. That's when Husband found me p.o.'d in the kitchen and said "You know that nozzle is for the hose, right?"
So things went a little smoother after that (in my defense, we never used real water balloons as kids...we just found leftover birthday balloons which are much sturdier!). I was crouched in the front yard filling balloons and getting soaked for at least 30 minutes. Once my pile of filled balloons out weighted the ones that had exploded in my face, I was feeling quite accomplished. Grant was at the window the whole time supervising "Hey what are you doing with those? That one just 'sploded! That orange one right there. You need to pick up the pieces." Very helpful.
|I love this one :)|
And just so yo don't think this was one-sided: