"She's a pretty good shot with that thing!"

As usual, we were all down at my grandparent's farm on the other side of Livonia.  I must have been about three years old and was out playing with the water hose in the back yard.  My grandfather stepped out the back door and I nailed him right in the face with that water hose.  He turned around and walked back into the house with water dripping from the front of his Stetson hat.  Now, at this time my grandfather was somewhere around 69ish years old and was famous for his quick temper when he was young.  We must remember that it was me (the baby of the family since Kelly wasn't born yet--who never did anything wrong).  The only thing he had to say was "She's a pretty good shot with that thing!" as he wiped his face with his handkerchief.

My cousin Scott said "I bet she won't get me" and headed out the door.  He was 16 at the time and started running backward so that I couldn't hit him.  All of a sudden he turned around and ran smack into a light pole, allowing me the opportunity to completely soak him!  Everyone in the house was watching and dying laughing.  Guess they were right--I was a pretty good shot with that thing.  After almost 40 years they are still telling that story and laughing.