Water is a touchy subject in our house, especially with our son. He likes to drink water, and he likes to go swimming, but anything other than putting it down his throat or completely submerging him is off limits. He doesn't want to be splashed, squirted, or sprayed. Any time that any of these events happen, he goes off the deep end.
On Monday we were at Hershey Park having a great family day. Since it's August, it was pretty warm outside but not that bad of a day. In the afternoon, my husband decided that he wanted to try one of the roller coasters. Since our son isn't tall enough yet, I decided to take him for a walk (more like a push in his running stroller) in search of more Drew friendly rides.
It started out as a nice peaceful walk. We were looking at roller coasters and talking about things that we saw...until we turned a corner and found ourselves in the Boardwalk section of Hershey Park. This is where all of the water rides are. I didn't think much of this and we continued walking as we talked about the slides.
At one point, there was this sign that said, "Your best bet for not getting wet is to follow the yellow path." I looked down and sure enough, there was a yellow line on the pavement. I directed the stroller onto the path and we moved on. You know, I think that if there's a path, people should be polite enough not to stand and talk in the middle of it. But, that's exactly what was happening in front of us. So, I pushed us outside of the yellow path...and I mean just a teeny weeny bit outside.
It must have the instant that we were on regular pavement that this big gush of water fell out of the sky and right on top of us. After getting over the initial surprise, I thought the water felt good. Drew, not so much. He started screaming and I looked down to make sure that he wasn't melting. I swear, we were out of that yello path for all of two seconds. What luck.
We were both dry by the time Mark was off of the roller coaster and the day continued. I thought that the yellow path debaucle was a thing of the past...until we were on our way home. After supper had been eaten, I looked in the backseat to see arms crossed and eyes glaring. I didn't even have to ask him what was up.
"Mommy, why did you get me wet?" His voice was a growl.
I explained to him that there was someone standing in the dry yellow path so we stepped out and into the other path for just a moment.
"YOu can't do that ever again!" Drew informed me.
Since then, all I've heard is that I got him wet. Not only have I heard it, but anyone who calls the house, anyone at the grocery store, and everyone at school knows about it. I've probably scarred him for life. Now he's going to have a water phobia that will be all my fault.
I guess I should start saving for therapy.
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