Last Sunday after picking Ian up at religious school, we decided to go to Panera Bread for lunch. While standing in a rather long line waiting to put in our order, Ian noticed this family right in front of us who had a little boy a tad bit younger than him. They exchanged the usual pleasantries saying hi to each other and engaged in some toddler banter back and forth. Without using words, the boys soon started a jumping contest. The little boy jumped first to show Ian how high he could go, and then Ian (not one to be outdone) had to show the little boy how high he could go.
Within seconds of watching these boys get some air between them and the ground, Samantha decided she needed to participate too. She took one big step forward to be closer to where the boys were jumping. Sam crouched down, put her arms towards her back and stood there waiting for it to happen. She looked down at her feet and waited some more. Poor thing didn't leave the ground. She decided to try again. She went back to standing fully upright and put hands back by her side. Sam then squatted low once more, put her arms towards her back and tried with all her might to make it happen again. Nope. None of her moved. Not even a little bit.
Sam definitely looked disappointed. She was watching her brother and this little boy get high off the ground and desperately wanted to join them. If there was any way I could've twitched my nose to help her jump, I would've done it in a second. Once I got done laughing, I realized this will probably be the first of many disappointments to come her way. Oh, how hard it was to not shield her from this and make it all better. If only they were selling ponys across from Panera Bread.
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