My heart raced as I ran towards the kiddie pool. Taking a clue from my children’s guilty faces, I expected the worst.
“Where is she?!” I demanded.
“She’s just taking a nap after her swim.”
Lifting back the drenched towel cradled in my daughter’s arms, I gasped at what looked more like raw chicken breasts than an actual bird.
…and that was the day I learned how to do Chicken CPR.