Water Boy

My sister-in-law has an uncle that has downs syndrome. He's 40-something years old, but acts like he's around four. His name is Calvin and he has many fetishes, one of which is that he likes to sneak water. Harmless? you say. Ha! I don't mean to question that side of the family and their assessment of Calvin's mental age, but I'd put that water fetish right around age two.

You see, I have a child who has a water fetish right now. Sinatra is obsessed with it. From the toilet, faucet, hose or refrigerator dispenser, at the Home Depot fish pond display, a water fountain, a plug-in water fall, you get the idea. He loves the stuff. And what does he like to do with it? Pour it on the ground of course. The other day, he stayed busy for 45 minutes in my neighbor's kiddie pool, bailing water with a pail. He emptied the pool and I filled it back up.

Sinatra's favorite haunt is our refrigerator dispenser. I think he has a sixth sense about when someone forgets to lock it. Off he runs to snag someone's cup, fill it, take a sip and dump the rest on the floor or (if I'm lucky) in the sink--all in the blink of an eye.

He also likes the outdoor hose, which he can turn on and off all by himself! I'm so glad that he hasn't yet figured out the trigger nozzle.

I've only had to change his clothes three times today. Thank God that "high quality H20" doesn't stain, because my little water boy would be doing serious damage to his wardrobe and to my floors.