Now that technology has provided the world with the seedless watermelon, current and future generations of children may be cheated out of watermelon seed spitting contests. That's a dang shame. Yesterday Annie and Gpappy visited Grandma's Little Acre and brought home a yummy "real" watermelon, seeds and all.
The four MN cousins had some time together in the afternoon, so after a quick trip to the Blue Park, they downed Popsicles (thank you, E and O) and watermelon. Here are three of them, learning how to spit watermelon seeds.
Miles has his seeds loaded.
Owen is searching for a spitable seed
Ethan, getting the seeds in place and scoping out a target.
Let the spitting begin!
Okay, so I didn't get a good shot of all three of them spitting off into space, but at least you can see the seriousness and cuteness involved in the process!
I can't think about watermelon and summertime without remembering these three champion watermelon seed spitters, hanging out on the National Mall in Washington, D.C. Annie was Hannah's age -- the summer after first grade!
Back to yesterday. Westy wasn't interested in spitting watermelon seeds. He wanted to get a head start filling his water squirter and making an evil face! (BTW, notice the very blonde hair streaks in Westy's hair and how they match Annie's above. She pointed out to us yesterday that W has inherited her mosaic hair pattern.)
Soon everyone was filling squirters, chasing each other, and screaming because (a) it's fun to get squirted; (b) it isn't fun to get squirted; or (c) some of each.
Here's the fireworks finale-- look closely and you'll see synchronized vertical squirts, orchestrated by the the squatting squirts doing the squirting.
Happy Labor Day, one and all. I know it involves labor for some of you, and I remember well when it involved labor for me. Not anymore!
