I am not nice

Ryanne loves to play on the edge of the fountain at the Y. Everything from walking on the wrong side of the bars to hanging on the bars to just doing front supports on the edge of the fountain. She's usually very careful and holds on to the bar. She has decent balance and holds her arms out, etc.

Today, she had an audience in her friend Anna. They were both horsing around. They were even hanging off the bars near the top. That's not usually one of the things I allow and I was getting ready to call her on it.

Then she slipped. Into the fountain she goes, backpack first. She came up quickly - thanks to being very comfortable in the water. She reported no pain. She was breathing fine.

At that point, I couldn't help laughing. That's why I'm not nice. She was cold, wet and miserable and I thought it was hilarious. Partly because she wasn't injured. Partly because I've warned her to be careful dozens of times and she's always told me that she's not going to fall. She looked so pitiful.

I got her to the car and stripped her down. I wrapped her in my overshirt (thank goodness I wore a flannel today) and got her in her seat.

In the car, she drew pictures of herself upside down in the water. She erased them before I could snap a shot.

Now, she says she's cold, but she won't go get dressed. She's totally naked and wrapping herself up in whatever blankets sge can find.

Chrys and I had thought we noticed her showing the signs of a growth spurt. One of those is that she gets INSANELY clumsy. I guess we'll see how her clothes fit in a couple of weeks.