A lovely walk to the duck pond.

So what is the worst possible thing that could happen at a duck pond? (besides somebody drowning- which Jeebs just informed me he almost drowned in a duck pond when he was 2) Yes, someone FALLS IN. It's 50 degrees outside and Cagey has been snotty and coughing. He's throwing in rocks on the little slope next to the pond. Then my worst nightmare happens- he loses his balance and the weight of his head starts throwing off his balance as he trips in slow motion closer and closer to the *&*#*^ (add any explicit lyric here) water. This water is disgusting- btw- it has tiny gross little fish, duck poop, mud, and who knows what else has grown this past summer in the heat. So as he goes in I'm trying to get to him- I'm only a few steps away- my stupid legs don't move so fast because my pelvis just doesn't hold them firmly in their sockets for the time being- he keeps going down an more in the water and more in the water. I kept thinking he's going to be able to stop himself surely- oh no!!! He goes ALL the way down -Hands and KNeES- jeanssoaked- boots soakeed- shirt SOAKED!!!! I had on a sweater over my undershirt- which is very form fitting- I rip off his soaked shirt, rip off my sweater and wrapped him in my huge sweater. I had to wheel him home on Taylor's bike while he whimpered from the cold and Tates drug his little super wheel thing behind her. I kept paying that Jeebs would drive by and save us, but to no avail. 2 seconds after i get home- get cagey in the tub and start the laundry-Jeebs walked in. I wanted to cuss-so I did.