Can't take these kids anywhere

Recently, we traveled to Dayton (specifically Beavercreek) to attend a birthday party for my friend, Daryle.  Things started off well, but got a little rough toward the end.

Lovely little Breonna and her Daddy (aka Daryle or Monty).

 Breonna was quite the lovely and sweet little hostess.  She invited the kids to play in her pool.  It was all downhill after that.  *sigh*

B: Would you like to play with this sponge my Mom made.  She likes to Pinterest.  It is delightful on this warm day.  I'm sorry to see that you forgot your bathing suit at home.
L:  I'm kinda using this bucket in a dumping method but come back later, kid and I'll entertain your suggestion.  I didn't forget my suit.  They're for wusses.

Save me, Luke, I'm a damsel in distress.  Help, help!

Mwa-ha-ha-ha!  You fell for it!  Bucket to the FACE!



Luke's Dad!  Luke's Dad!  Perhaps you could escort these young ruffians away from my pool.  I would ever so much hate to be a tattle but there's a rumor that Luke piddled in there.

Aron: Sorry, B.  I've got no control over that one.
Breonna:  Daddy!  I would like your assistance.

Ella: Ack!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!

Consider the pool situation under control.