Last Friday we had a sudden, heavy downpour while out for a walk. We came home and sat on the front porch to watch it, but the kids wound up running around, playing in the rain. Pretty soon there was a river gushing down the street gutter and Melanie, James and best bud across the street were running through the river-- having a blast! After a while, the boys were still in the gutter, I was standing in the neighbors' driveway, and Melanie was smiling up at the neighbor... Then I hear "uh oh, uh oh!" I turn around to see Melanie slowly crash her face into their fender on her way down. I scooped her up, kicked off my sandals and ran across the street. Nick was inside and saw me coming, so he had the midazolam ready when we got inside.
She was fine by the next morning. There's always a little more sass and a little less fine motor ability the next day, but she's ok.
She's not ill. This was triggered by the extremely exciting fun in the pouring rain. We'll just have to be more careful next time.
