At Millhouses Park today, Maia attempted a very ambitious, over the water, post-to-post jump on the Adventure Trail and came a cropper. She slipped off her post and did a spectacular faceplant into a huge puddle of mud (or muddle, as we later christened it.)
She was wailing in shock and anger. I got to her in half a second, and, after checking for broken bones and blood, started making soothing, "lets-go-get-cleaned-up" noises. She really was covered in mud - hands, up one arm, most of one leg, a good half of the face. A fair clump of hair too. And an ear.
It took her a while to realise the extent of the coverage...And when she realised it had got to her hair, she came over all Princess Pink Maia...
"Oh Mummy!" she wailed, "I have mud in my Goldilocks!"
She snivelled most of the way to the park cafe loos, but perked up mightily upon mention of tea and cakes to soothe fallen-overness. I think she quite enjoyed the drama of stripping off and washing in the sink, and she had a long conversation with a group who saw her go in (muddy) and come out (less muddy).
One gingerbread man and a discussion about wet and slippery play equipment later, we were all good. Even if she still had pretty dirty Goldilocks.
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