water balloons
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
St. Catharines, 2011.07.02
The highlight of the day was the piña col^H^H^H^H playing with a water hose in the back yard.
As far as I know, it was Kenny's first experience with being tormented with water balloons and spray from a hose. It won't be his last.
We did very little, and generally took it as easy as possible. My only venture from the home was to the liquor store. We did accomplish one thing, and that was to eat like kings as we usually do at Grandma's: including the special treat of a Turkish dish called "The Imam fainted". Mari's becoming quite used to the idea of a slow cooker and its many wonderful uses, and I will certainly do nothing to discourage that.