What Childhood Is Made Of

We've had a little break from all of the rain around these parts, so I had to bust out the hose tonight to water my plants. Seeing the hose, Ellie decided to tag along begging me to spray her.

Of course, I agreed. This meant she had to change into her swimsuit and invite her brother out to enjoy this little summertime treat.

They decided that they needed to drink from the hose, and as you can imagine, it was hysterical. I'm sure it's not sanitary, but it's a childhood right of passage. We're going to raise a whole generation of kids who've never drank from a hose, and that's just not right, ya'll.

This made me think about all the other stuff my kids will miss out on, like riding in the back of pick-up truck, the always unsafe merry-go-round at the parks, fast metal slides, sleeping in the floorboard of the car on vacation trying to get comfortable with the hump in the middle…anyone, anyone?

So yeah, they'll miss a lot. And in some cases, maybe that's not such a bad thing. I mean, I would like for them to be around for a while. While safety will always take priority making us miss out on a few childhood whimsies, we're still gonna drink sugary juices, eat way too many chicken nuggets, use sunscreen with harsh chemicals, and drink from the water hose.

Cause nights like this are what childhood is made of...

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