She was probably five years old and the way she was sneaking her fun I surmised her mother was a yeller. She was doing a dance routine as she walked down the pink granite stairs, looking every once in awhile to see if her mother was looking.

She fell from the last step and landed on her knees. A look of worry came across her face and she looked towards her mother. I guess even the yelling types of mothers still have a basic maternal instinct because she had just turned around to she her daughter on the ground. We both braced for the verbal barrage. The little girl quickly hopped to her feet while all three of us checked the status of her knees.

There wasn't a mark on her which caused her to smile a smile that exploded into a laugh like she had just cheated the devil in checkers.

I think her mom was disappointed that she didn't get to yell.