At the dog park today, three girls, all about 9-10 were playing fetch with Fido and a tennis ball, two at one end, one at the other. One End Girl decides to throw the ball up high, upon which one of the Other Two gets under it, then panics and cringes and runs away as it comes down to her, upon which the other Other Two, without missing a beat, and with no taunting whatsoever just says all matter-of fact-ly, "you should have caught that" and then runs over to get it herself.
LTB & I kept on a-walking, but I couldn't help but notice the hidden smile on her face. Mine was not so hidden.
Either way, love you OldSchool girl, always follow your gut but love you too, NewSchool Girl, gotta use the head when the gut starts getting off. Y'all gonna get it worked out amongst yourselves, we're counting on you to do so!