Not Til You're 8!!! oh. you're 8.

A couple of years ago, the girls started asking when they could go jumping off the wharf like their teenage friend G. I asked G when her parents first let her jump. She said it was when she was 8. That sounded fine to me, when they were SIX!!! Eight was ages away right? Not anymore. A few days after their birthday, one of them reminded me, they could now jump off the wharf!!!

So on our cottage vacation we headed to the wharf for ice cream and supposedly, some wharf jumping. We were positive they were going to get to the edge, look waaaaaaay down, shiver a bit in the cool night air and back away slowly. We were so certain that we weren't even going to bring towels! (Murray decided to bring them JUST in case...)

Murray wanted to be down in the water so he'd be near where they landed but wasn't too keen on getting into the chilly water if no one was going to join him. He went in on the off chance that they actually did it. Well, they surprised us! Lovey & Honey wasted no time. Once their life jackets were on, they went over the edge! Sweetie hemmed and hawed for a good long while, debating it. She really really wanted to but was quite nervous, but really wanted to. She'd go to the edge, think about it, get into jumping position, then back away. This went on for quite awhile as her sisters came back up and jumped down again and again. Finally, she took the plunge and down she went! As soon as her feet left the ledge, the crowd that had gathered and unbeknownst to us was just standing around waiting to see if she was going to do it or not, started clapping and cheering for her. No sooner had she come back to the surface of the water, than they all moved on going about their evening stroll. I thought people were just hanging around, enjoying the evening, maybe watching their own kids/friends jumping. I had no idea how many people were drawn into Sweetie's "will she? won't she?" drama!