The concept of glass...

It appears to me that at the ripe age of eight months my little H man still does not quite grasp the concept of glass. He understands that he cannot go through it, but today when we were watching his father pressure wash the back deck through the sliding glass doors he was not as confident of the glass's ability to keep objects (or water) on the other side. The normally pleasant little one was still groggy from his nap when his father splashed the window with the hose. H completely flipped out. When his dad stopped laughing long enough to open the door to try and apologize, H would not even look at him. Sadly I was not much of a comfort because I too was laughing. Normally H loves being startled. He is at the age where peek-a-boo is the best game ever and being tossed in the air is cause for a riot of giggles. However, having water sprayed at you with only this magical see-through substance to protect you, that is not funny.