This same daughter will jump off the steps at the pool, go completely under water, and swim down the middle without telling anyone she is going. She cannot actually swim.
My daughter is terrified of ants. And small dogs.
This is also the same child who will poke a dead, partially eaten squirrel with her bare hands, then go eat without actually washing said hands.
My daughter will ride any roller coaster she is tall enough for and anxiously awaits the day she can ride inversion coasters.
She is afraid of falling off her bike.
I think the rule of thumb is that if it can cause a minor injury of annoyance, it will be met with resistance and tears, while if it actually KILL her it will send her into a frenzy of anticipation and delight.
I think she hates me.
Sometimes the feeling is mutual.
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