He was outside, alone, spraying the hose. He was happy. He was slowly getting wetter and wetter as the water was dripping down him. He showed me how to flick your hand through the water to make the water squirt all crazy. He thought he was such a big boy being in charge of the hose. and then... he turned... right in my direction... not once, but twice. Was I mad? No. Was I laughing? Yes. Was I wet? soaking. I was taking a risk sitting there taking pictures of an almost 2 year old boy with a hose in his hands. I totally deserved it.