Splat!

The other day after we got home from our walk, D-D was heading back to her bedroom to get ready for nap. I heard her saying, "Mwommy!! Woootch theess!!! Wootch me do a splat!"

I'm thinking she has somehow managed to climb the top bunk and is getting ready to jump off or she is hanging by the ceiling fan or something of that nature, so I run as best as I can while holding Z to where D-D is. She is in the middle of the hallway, standing, but inching slowly down to the ground. "Ahhr ewe wootching me? See me doing a splat?"

"Wow," I say with much relief, "you are doing a fine job of doing the SPLITS!"

"No, mwomma. Eet's a splat. See?" Continuing on down to the ground, she got as far as her legs would allow when she fell forward, sprawled in the hallway. "SPLAT!" she said when she hit the floor. "Nayow that's how ewe dew a splat!"