A few weeks ago, on a shopping trip, Joe told me he’d never played on a Slip N Slide. I couldn’t believe it.
Given this tragic news, I wouldn’t allow him to pass by the Slip N Slides without buying one. It was $9.
Our Slip N Slide sat around in the box for a month or more, and then, one hot afternoon, Joe spread it out in the yard.
The instructions suggest that the Slip N Slide is for ages 5 to 12 only. Neither Grace nor Joe is in that age range, but it didn’t stop them from enjoying the Slip N Slide.
Time after time, Joe got a running start and slid down the plastic sheet.
We encouraged Grace to run and slide, but she declined.
Joe could hardly wait for her to finish running walking carefully before he was back on the slide.
Again and again
He even tried different locations in the yard, to see where the Slip N Slide would work best.
Once in a while, Grace slipped and fell on her bottom. Those were the only times she really got wet.
Except when she got too hot and decided to hose herself off.
Eventually, she figured out that she could shoot water all over the place if she stood on the Slip N Slide’s rails. That made it a whole new brand of fun.
She sprayed herself, her dad, me, and the cat who came too close.
And then, when walking carefully on the Slip N Slide got old, Grace started drinking from it. That was the beginning of the end.
She would stand up and say, Go again, Daddy!
Happy to oblige, Joe ran and slid down the Slip N Slide, every time she asked.
Until this fateful trip, when he broke it. The whole thing just popped.
Grace was upset. Distraught.
We got dressed, went to Walmart, and bought a new Slip N Slide. Instead of buying another $9 model, we picked up 2 $5 models. They were essentially the same, and now we have a spare.
Just in case Joe pops another one.
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