MeepBorkMeep said:
Kind of like that Richard story, where he kept spraying at the puppeteers with the water gun, so they all got him back with the hose. That's my favorite one.
You know, that reminds me of a funny incident that happened long ago.
We were visiting my grandmother and my other relatives at her place in Clinton (NJ). I was about five years old, and I was playing in the backyard with some of my cousins. My cousin Bob (then about three or four) kept running over to the wading pool, scooping up a little bit of water and splashing it on me. That got annoying real fast.
Now, my mom was over at a picnic table, doing watercolors. And she had about six or seven largish thermos-type cups full of water so she could rinse her brushes...you see where this is going?
Long story short: I grabbed one, unscrewed the lid and went running after Bob. Got him square in the back with a goodly gush of water.