The 'O' Part

Sometimes you really have to worry about our parenting skills. Last night I was sitting out on the porch with my blushing bride engaged in conversation. Earlier I had put a hose in the pool as it needed a little water. The three twerpateers were frolicking around the backyard playing. This was a fairly typical Spring evening around Dungan manor. All of a sudden I noticed one of the twerps grab the hose and start to play with it. I firmly asked them to put it down. You see, if I don't do that, the play would deteriorate to a full out water war. Within minutes I would have had 3 soaked kiddos. While I normally don't have problems with water play I must say that this brought concern as it was only in the 50s and we hadn't yet had dinner. This wasn't a particularly good time to become wet and shivering.

For a few minutes the hose was left alone. Then, out of the corner of our eyes, we saw it again. Twerp number 3 had grabbed the hose. "Ainsley, No!" was shouted from the bellows. She gave a smirk and retreated.

A few minutes later she did it again. This time she receive a firm "NO!" (capitalization and everything) Once again, she smirked and slunk off.

Not a minute later I caught her doing it again.

"Ainsley Dungan, I told you NO. What part of 'NO' do you not understand."

"The 'O' part!"

She was off.

Purpose, give me strength.