My daughter hates water. Except for when it is dirty. A bath full of toys and bubbles? She screams like a banshee wandering the Irish hillside. Give her a puddle full of insect corpses and suddenly you have a happy girl. So there it is. My daughter loves cornbread, pork, and dirty water dancing. Margaret's emerging personality seems to have a distinct backwoods hue... (Full Disclosure: Margaret playing in the water really was a fabulous first. We peeled all those dead ants right off of her and headed out to dinner with Grandpa Conley to mark the occasion. The fine dining took place at Chuck-a-Rama...it was a true redneck celebration.)
"What the hell did I step into? "
She was shocked that the water moved when she stomped on it. This lasted some time.
She may not be a genius but we think she is real pretty.
She VOLUNTARILY got her hands WET!
Best mommy moment this side of her quitting formula.
In the Conley-Bingham family we celebrate feats of bravery with all you can eat cake.
Tonight was no exception.