Bidet in the Park

Caught you by the title?
Just a quick note to capture the cleansing joy that is found in sweet moments of parenting.
Today, the boys and I headed to Klemgard Park, a lovely touch-of-nature that thanks to grant monies and responsible as well as dedicated employees and volunteers, is perhaps one of the most peaceful and family-friendly parks in the Palouse.
We began our journey with apples in our mouths as we headed up the 'Klemgard Trail'. For some reason, I can't quite fathom why (wink, wink), the motivation to hike the full-trail magically explodes into full-swing for each of the boys when they remind each other that juice and Oreo cookies await them at the top. Ah, the power of sugars rarely secured by their taste buds.
So we hike, look for tracks, cross exciting bridges of felled logs, discuss why spiders seem to throw their little webs on you when you hike, what to do if you ever encounter a mountain lion, etc. Good naturalist excitement and wonder.
Upon concluding our hike, we returned to the picnic structures below to finish off the morsels of Oreo remaining in the snack bag. Careful attention, of course, was paid to equality for all . . . apparently, some things are able to bring out the most astute mathematician in each of my young boys. . . sugar equality being tops.
Anyhow, we followed up this part of the journey with much laughter, tag, words of "Way to persevere or Hey, Mom, look, I'm persevering" as the kids taught themselves how to master a new area of the kid's playground. Perseverance is a key word we're working on this summer and seems to be a natural joy when it results in a new found adventure that teeters on mortal danger -- yes, you can find such options at a local park play-ground.
But. . . the best. . . was how we finished the journey.
Pure fun in running through the sprinklers that were being tested on the freshly mowed grass of Klemgard.
Running and the drama of reenacting the death that comes from being shot by a sprinkler. . . the boys run, then when they get hit by the sprinkler, cry out in the joyful agonizing mourns of a soldier wounded in a battle he couldn't wait to fight as he falls in the grace of a young football player that always remembers to roll, roll, roll in order to quell the impact of the fall a bit.
In this performance, death looms for 10 seconds, and then it's time to get back up, covered in grass, and run through the battlefield all over again.
Alas, all battles must end and to my children's chagrin, many end in, "OK, boys, it's time to go". And this day of discovery and battle was such a day.
However, one thing Mom wasn't too excited about was having wet and grass covered kids get in the car so I asked them to go back to the sprinklers to 'grass off'.
As I carried some of our wet attire back to the car while they followed the Sargent's commands, I glimpsed back in response to unadulterated laughter reverberating in my ears.
And what to my wondering eyes did appear?
Well, kids bending over backwards, laughing, as the sprinklers shot directly their rear!
It really was quite hilarious as I imagined, "This, this right here, this must be a boy thing! I had no idea an 'Enema in the park' could be so entirely fun-filled."
I guess the French must have experienced a day like this many years ago as well.
Play must be the precursor to invention, no?
Good day. . .