So, the day I was away, apparently some kid at the splash pad was bugging S. Just wouldn't leave her alone.
And K wasn't have any of that. So she organized, and she mobilized. She and E went after the kid with all the power they could muster from their Ziploc bags full of water.
The funny part, though, is that when E was telling the story to Pop that night--at much greater length than I just did, I'm sure--K kept punctuating the story by yelling, "PAYBACK!!" every few seconds. He said she was doing a gangsta kind of fist pump move at the same time. Maybe she has an over-developed sense of vengeance, like Inigo Montoya.
Note: As a 39-year-old white woman from London, ON, I do feel silly using the word 'gangsta' in this story, but there's really no other way to describe it. And it's got a meaning all its own, doesn't it? Like, if I said she was doing a 'gangster' move, you would've pictured her in a zoot suit saying 'Yeah, see, we gave 'em some PAYBACK, see?' and it wouldn't be the same at all.
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