


“Your daughter was watering my flower beds, but the little devil turned on me and started hosing me down.”
“My daughter is not the devil,” he retorted.
I rolled my eyes at him. “You know what I mean. Would you relax? She’s having fun.”
“What did you do to get her over here? She was supposed to be playing in my yard.”
“I didn’t do anything. I was laying outside to tan when she came over and asked about my flower bed.”
“Right, she just—wait, did you say she asked you about your flowers?”
“Yeah,” I said slowly, unsure as to why this was a problem.
“She spoke to you?”
“Well, if you want to call it that. But yeah, there was an attempt at speaking.”
He frowned slightly, staring down at his daughter. “She hasn’t spoken to me once.”
Ouch. I didn’t want the guy to feel worse. “Well, it was more of pointing. She really only tried to say flower.”
“Still…I haven’t gotten even that.”
The poor bearded beauty in front of me looked so down in the dumps that I just couldn’t stand it. “Well, maybe that’s because you’re not having any fun.” I strolled over to Emily and bent down in front of her. “I think we should spray down Daddy,” I whispered.
She giggled, nodding vigorously as I grabbed the hose with her and we turned the spray on Lucas. He held out his hands as the water sprayed his chest, soaking his white t-shirt. He looked shocked, but then grabbed the hose out of my hands and turned it on me, getting me completely wet. I squealed and ran away from him, laughing when his daughter started chasing me around the yard.
Of course, I played along and let her catch me. I even pretended to fall to the ground and let her tickle me. I pretended like her little fingers digging into my arm was the funniest thing in the world, and the whole time, Lucas looked at me like I was strange.
“No more! No more! I can’t take it!”
Finally, Emily let up, still laughing at me as I laid on the ground and looked up at the sky. I was tired and out of breath now, so I stood and snatched the hose out of Lucas’s hands, taking a drink of water. Emily came over, her mouth gaping.
“Do you want some?”
I held the hose out to her, but Lucas quickly intervened. “Whoa! We are not drinking out of a hose.”
“Why not?” I asked, not understanding what the problem was.”
“Because it’s dangerous. You don’t know what bugs and chemicals and…and…other things could be sitting in there. Think of all the bacteria.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “Did you drink out of a hose as a kid?”
“Well…yeah.”
I gave him a shocked look. “And you’re still alive? Oh my gosh! I can’t believe it!”



