Meredith burst breathlessly through the door to tell me, "Mom! Chloe was doing a cannonball on the trampoline and Rosalie moved into her spot and Chloe accidentally, um..., like..., squished her flat."
Mirthfully, I mean mercifully, I found her saddened but unflattened. After a few minutes of lap time she was ready to go outside again.
The next time Meredith burst through the door to tell me that Rosalie's boot was stuck in the snow and she was "crying her head off!"
By the time I got to her she was, luckily, still capitated, but wailing. When I got close she was quick to tell me what was really bothering her. "I peed!"
I appreciated the warning, as it altered my rescue plan somewhat.
And now she's back outside again. The day is just too beautiful--49 degrees!--to stay inside. And rescue workers are standing by.