bubbles, drums & guns

Peer pressure didn’t change your mind.

Camden, Ben, Emma and Molly all went in the hot tub. They screamed with delight. Laughed. Dove under. Sat, swam and splashed.

But none of it mattered.  You weren’t going any further than the highest hot tub seat.

Despite pleas from Molly to come in, you stuck to your guns, cried and were generally quite upset.

I asked  why you weren’t going in.  “The bubbles,” you exclaimed, “I don’t like the bubbles.”  (You probably also didn’t like the loud noises that accompanied the bubbles when the jets went on.)

There you are in the photo… the one waaaayyyyy in the back sitting up high with your feet touching the water.

Miss Ainsley you are moving to the beat of your own drum.  I hope you retain this no-matter-what confidence and always chart your own course.

 

 

 

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