… calls for some desperate measures.
90 degrees and 175 percent humidity for weeks on end are unacceptable, even in the South.
First things first:
This girlie is way more brave than I was at her age.
And she’s my cautious one.
I’m a good mother, really I am.
Note that this pumpkin is getting a stern warning about the dangers she’s about to encounter.
And note that she absorbs my wise words and goes down cautiously.
Mission accomplished. I’ve done my job.
This one, on the other hand…
… is scared stiff,
…. and is only going down the super steep slide because her sister did.
Sheer pride, that’s it.
And she definitely can’t cry, because her sister didn’t cry.
And because I’m saying happy things to her in my best cheerleader voice about how nice the water feels and how brave she is.
And thank you for making me feel like a good mother.