Our across the street neighbors, the Cases, have a water rocket.
Is there a boy alive who could resist such a contraption?
Mine certainly couldn't.
Is the unbridled delight as evident to you as it is to me?
Working it with the feet and the hands.
I took these shots well away from the "action."
I ended up wet anyway.
The cascade of water that rained down after each launch.
As soon as Kent got home, he was enlisted to participate.
He got wet too.
And where was Blythe during this exciting activity?
Busying herself in our yard, far away from the water.
Well, she did traipse around in the water a bit, but on the opposite side of the street from Brandt.
Mostly she blew bubbles.
When she couldn't get any bubbles to appear, she informed me,
"No works."
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