The garden hose hung off the side as we approached, dripping water to the pavement below. Any dreams of balmy water filling the dunk tank was wishful thinking on Josh's part.
For the memory books, the temperature tonight was 65 degrees.
Still, he was a good sport and the dunk tank raised a lot of money for the school. $3 would buy you three throws, $5 an automatic button push. The line to dunk teachers, principals, and coaches was always at least ten deep. Wildly successful, said the board member taking the money.
Walking the plank to towards the dunk tank.
Getting ready for the first official dunk.
by his firstborn son, who took great pleasure in dunking his dad.
So much so, that he got in line to do it again!
Taping the seat back together after it split right in half
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This is what I love so much about my husband. He loathes being the center of attention, but gladly hopped in to help out.
Although I must admit, I think he was starting to enjoy heckling the throwers.
2 comments:
What a great sport, and a great guy, we sure do love him! Kayden had so much fun dunking his daddy, Bryce even got a chuckle out of it.
Love, MOM
ha, i'm glad kayden got to go first :) love the pic of the feet!
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