The boy and his noodle:
While her brother's face was all smiles, Mary ran for her life when she saw the water. I guess she didn't read the sign about no running.
Checking out the water:
Those are her feet, submerged. That's as far as she got.
She spent the rest of the time happily bundled in a towel, sitting on my lap, content to suck that pacifier and watch her brother have the time of his life. Maybe next time (or the time after that...or the time after that), she'll join him.
