I can remember many times when the threat of being taken out back and hosed down is the only thing that kept a yard ape in line. And they knew I’d do it, too. Imagine two little girls whining and bickering in the car while you are trying to make your way through rush hour traffic. A parent must have the freedom to say “If you two don’t keep quiet for the rest of the trip you are both getting hosed down as soon as we get home!”
There were some times with a carload of kids eating kids meals from McDonalds when by the time I got home and saw the sheer food-armageddon, Jackson-Pollack maelstrom they had commited upon themselves with the honey, bbq sauce, milkshake, ketchup and soda, that there really was no other solution. And while I did not have a pressure washer at my disposal, if I had, I can think of an episode or two it might have come into use.
Although I never had the privilege of raising boys, I did care for some, and frankly I can’t see how it would be even POSSIBLE to manage these little monsters in the 2-6 age bracket without having the fire hose in one’s arsenal. I mean, some of these kids don’t just pick up dirt – they seem to emanate it. There were some instances when I saw what my nephews had managed to do to themselves with watermelon or ice cream, that I seriously believed my sister would be best served by not even allowing them onto the property without a good spraying. Hose them down in the driveway, at very least.
The lady in this story apparently had been through a rough car ride with a misbehaving terrible-two, and passed a car wash … and a light bulb went off. That, my friends, is ingenuity. It’s just a shame this type of out of the box thinking is punished, rather than rewarded.