Junior was batting a thousand last week.
First she decided to wear a jacket on a 95 degree day. It was one of those where there are thumb holes, so part of the sleeve goes over your hand. She then decided to try and impress her friends by doing a handstand on the slick gym floor with said jacket on. She had a nice duck lip where her tooth poked a hole in it as she faceplanted.
Then she got in trouble at day camp for being part of a group of kids that thought it would be "funny" to stick their hands through/try to open a shower curtain on another 9 year old. Of course, she didn't quite see the problem with what she had done until we "offered" to "call all of our friends over and have them tease you and open the shower curtain for everyone to see." Suddenly the light clicked, and all the "private parts" talks her mother had with her flashed through her mind, and the water works ensued.
Then, as I'm in the kitchen, I hear thump-thump-thump-thump-thump. She tried going downstairs holding something without using the railing and went tumbling down, end over end. Of course, despite the fact there she sustained about an inch of rug burn as her only injury, she really milked it, avoiding all her chores, and choosing to sleep on the couch and watch TV all day because she "hurt." And it was quite the performance too, with the fake grimacing and wincing (a new part hurt every five seconds, but only when she knew you were watching), and a few "oh, I meant this side, not that side" thrown in for good measure. On Sundays, she usually likes to go to a church group with the older couple down the street who usually take her out to lunch/ice cream afterwards. Magically, she was healed first thing Sunday morning, and proclaimed she was ready to go, upon which I informed her that since she was too "hurt" to do her chores on Saturday, that she would be staying home to do her chores instead. I think the fake water works lasted about 2 hours after that one - you know the kind where she inches closer to her door way to really make it echo, as though we would change our mind the louder it got.
I shudder to think of what she's going to be like as a teenager, especially if she's anything like her mother...