Glub Glub

I took the girls on adventure the other week to a close-by state park next to the water. They had a blast throwing rocks and running around. We found a beautiful agate specimen that has started our "adventure jar" Annora's favorite thing was throwing handfuls of algae covered rocks into the water. We were all having a great time...thowing - kicking...oops...kicking with rain boots on? Nice loose rain boots? If you've ever seen a kid kick off their boots, then you can imagine what it might be like when they are kicking rocks into the water. Maddie wasn't aware that her boot would literally fly off her foot, and neither was I. But it did. 10 feet out. Glub, glub. My first reaction was to jump in after it. My second, more sane but not fully sane reaction, was to snap pictures of the incident. My third reaction (which thankfully came only seconds after the first 2 reactions) was to look for a long stick. God provided just the right one with a "hook" on the end. Didn't have to step on the slimy rocks, which was more of a concern for me than actually getting in the cold water. (Shhh...don't tell my girls, I don't let them know that I'm really a pansy). Had to carry Maddie back to the car on my shoulders, but all was well. You always wonder why in cartoons they catch rubber boots while fishing...well, now you know.