Almost forgot…in a similar vein:
The Littlest Briston and I visited my brother yesterday. We were out on his back deck while he used the hose (with the long-distance sprayer attachment) to fill the various birdbaths in the backyard. TLB was fascinated.
When my brother was done, he set the hose down, walked to the faucet, and turned off the water. TLB walked over to the hose, picked it up, and proceeded to look straight down the barrel of the sprayer. Now, did you ever stomp on a hose that was just turned off? If so, you know a nice blast of water will come shooting out of the hose.
I looked at my beloved, not-quite-three-year-old daughter, holding the sprayer up to her face, and then down at the hose curling around by my feet. Then over at my daughter again, who gave the hose a little shake, wondering where all the water went. Then back at the hose by my feet.
Then I decided a while scaring the crap out of a cat is good for a cheap laugh, making my daughter cry was a different story. I couldn’t do it.