No, I didn’t want to go out to go. I wanted to go out to play! Dad realized that (sometimes he can be a very smart dad) and he came out into the rain with me. I grabbed one of my sticks and ran, and he chased me, and grabbed the stick, and we played tug-a-stick.
In the dark.
In the rain.
I tugged, and he pulled. He pulled, and I tugged. Then I tugged soooo hard that I pulled that stick right out of his hand!
Except that my backwards momentum … and the slippery concrete … made me fall backwards.
Backwards, into the swimming pool!
I was shocked, and dad was laughing. He pulled me out and I shook myself off … all over him! (That’ll teach him to laugh at me!) I was all wet, and so was he, but who cared? Remember, we were outside in the rain!
But I lay down, and rested, and dried off. It was an exciting evening, one that had lots of play, and fun, and a surprise as well.
I can’t wait for the next time it rains! Maybe dad will fall into the pool! Then I will laugh at him!