Yesterday, after celebrating a friend's birthday, we were heading home, exhausted, sweaty, and eager to get the AC going in the hot car. I quickly belted K in and closed the door. I'm always careful to make sure her hands, feet, and miscellaneous appendages are safely tucked inside before I shut the door, so I was shocked and unnerved to hear a muffled yelp while I was coming around to get in on my side. I opened my door and asked what was wrong, fearing the worst.
As it turned out, it was only that her water bottle had fallen and she'd had to quickly try to catch it. She said, "Mommy, I had the bottle, but then it fell down by the door. I got it and stabilized it, then it was OK!"
"Ah, good! I'm so glad you were able to stabilize it!," I said, relieved! Stabilized? Hah! Where does she get this stuff, anyway!?
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