A few weeks ago we attended a special day in our littlest Caveman's classroom - it was a celebration of the 'olden days'.It turns out the olden days were much more recent than I remembered. The kids were focusing mostly on their grandparents ... we're talking people born in the 40's, 50's and 60's. Doesn't seem that 'old' to me! (Of course, when I studied the olden days at school, it was all about my grandparents' generation, who were born before 1930, which I'm sure didn't seem that old to my parents either).
It was all very interesting really. The kids made PowerPoints about their grandparents for everyone to watch, they played some old-fashioned games (like tunnel ball and quoits) and they sang an old song or two, including 'There's a hole in the bucket'. You know the one ... 'there's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza', 'well fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry' ... etc. Not my favourite song, I'll admit. I find it so long and repetitive, not to mention mildly irritating. My dear husband knows this, so guess what he was humming for the rest of the day? (I'm sure annoying me is one of his most treasured hobbies.)
Thankfully, time has passed and the song has been forgotten. Until today.
Today we decided to wash the car. It's a big deal in our house (our car sees a lot of dust and not enough water to compensate!). The kids were ready with their cloths and sponges, the hose was hooked up to the tap, the car wash solution just had to mixed with water. I went to the laundry to grab a bucket - at which point the Caveman started singing 'there's a hole in the bucket ...". All the kids laughed and joined in, but I ignored their silly attempt to annoy me by turning the water on harder so I couldn't hear them.
The bucket filled and I turned the tap off, to notice that they'd given up the song (thank goodness!). I carried the bucket through the house, picking up the car wash solution as I went. Once outside, I put the bucket down to turn and go back in for my sunglasses ... only to realise I'd left a trail of water on the floor behind me. All the way from the laundry to the front door.
Yep. There was a hole in the bucket.
I'm sure my family's laughter could be heard by the neighbours at the other end of the street.
