Little miss has no fear, well very little, which is why my blood pressure tends to skyrocket at times.
Last year, on the very last day of swim lessons, little miss and her instructor made their way over to me instead of walking to the shallow play area where the rest of their group (including little man) was headed. At the time, I thought that we might have needed to make our way to the restrooms or something. Nope. Little miss had seen all the older kids jumping off the diving board and wanted to do the same. So I smiled, gave my permission, and watched my little girl strut out to the end of the board, curl her toes around the edge and jump in while the older kids (some of whom were too scared and had to be lowered into the pool) looked on. She loved it and we were very proud of little miss but it was just eating little man that his little sister had done something he had not.
Fast forward to this year's swimming lessons. Little man was hell-bent on jumping off the diving board too; he was not about to be shown up a minute longer. As luck would have it, they were split into two different sections this year and little miss' group got to jump off the diving board again while little man's section continued to work on their back float. Now she was up 2-0. This didn't make little man very happy. Today was the day, the day level 2 and up got to jump off the board. Little miss' group got their before little man's so she got 2 more dives in. We're at 4-0 for those keeping score.
Now it's little man's turn. Finally, finally he can show the world that he too, can conquer the diving board. He was all excited in line, counting down the kids in front of him until it was his turn.
Cautiously, he made his way to the end of the board, thought about it for a while, and jumped in.
Well? What did you think? I asked him as he was getting out.
That was a waste of f-u-n and I think you know what that spells. I think the rivalry, well this one anyway, might be over ;) 4-1.