Kids and hosepipes
One day I was puttering around my old house and I took a look under the front porch. To a bit of surprise I found that the former owners had left a garden sprinkler under there, which had gotten half buried in the mud and forgotten. Being me, I decided to resurrect it.

I hooked it up to a hose and turned it on. It sputtered a bit and spat out mud, but didn't really work right. I shut off the hose by folding it in my hand, then took a piece of wire and started clearing out the holes on it. I stood back and let go of the hose and watched it spray, and noted that it was still not quite right. I folded the hose again and poked the wire into the holes again and stood back.

At this point my sons and one of their friends approached. "Hey Dad, what're you doing?"

"Fixing the sprinkler. Take a close look and tell me if I have it right."

They trooped over and peered closely at the little holes, just as I dropped the hose.

It took them a few minutes to see the humor in it.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 26 Jan 2010, 16:57, Reply)