I had no intentions of getting wet.

I was poking around on my laptop when my mom came and told me everyone was going outside. I looked up from my pinteresting to ask why. She told me my dad was going to blow up the kid's pool, and the littles were going to play in it. So, I grabbed my book and went outside and sat on the swing. I wasn't ever getting in the little pool, (I've never liked pools like that, because you can feel every bump and crevice in the ground.)

I talked to my mom for awhile, and when the littles needed someone to keep spraying the slide into the pool for them, I grabbed the dog's leash and went and stood over there. I was totally dry just standing there with the hose, and that was fine by me, because I wasn't wearing a swimsuit.

When they went down the slide, I would deliberately spray them with the hose, but not in the face. But then Holt made me mad. And so I sprayed him in the face. He grabs the hose and kinks it. Which was a slight predicament. And so, without thinking, I run over to Zac's pool, grab the pitcher that's sitting idly, fill it up to the top with water, run back to Holt, who's still standing with the hose, and I dump the entire pitcher of water on his head.

The moment of truth. He has two choices. 

1. Tell on me. This is what he always does. Which is part of the reason why we're mad at each other a lot. So, I fully expected a, "Daddy! Juliana just dumped water on my head!"

2. He unkinks the hose, and sprays me with it.

Either way, I'm screwed. Either I'm getting sent in the house(dry), or I'll be staying outside (very wet.)

He chose the second option. He lets go of the hose, and sticks his finger over the faucet and I am sprayed all over. I scream on cue like a little girl, and dump my pitcher back in the pool. We chased each other around the yard for thirty minutes, alternating between him spraying me with the hose and me dumping water on his head.

I'm glad I got wet. Because him not telling on me, proves he doesn't always hate my guts. And I don't always hate his. It's just that he's a 9 year old boy, and I'm a (almost!) 14 year old girl. And whereas him and Carolina are only a few years apart and have things in common, we don't have anything in common anymore. (Other than our mutual love of Star Wars.) 

So, I was pretty shocked when he unkinked that hose. But it was a good kind of shocked. One that brought a smile to my face even though I was getting soaked.