soaked to the skin

Katrina waited 3 years before asking me to look after her darlings, 3-year-old Joseph and little Roisin. But the day arrived, and I was ready for action. At first the babes were asleep. But Roisin soon woke and, after a happy time rolling balls around the living-room floor, the lure of the dangerous big-boy toys outdoors, and the paddling pool, proved too strong to resist. Although barely stable on her baby legs Roisin is adept at scaling the ladder of the slide. Breathtaking to watch and even scarier as she insists on standing high at the top. After a session in the paddling pool her (soaking) nappy weighed her down as she slid from top to bottom, mopping the surface clear of the ants that had been running it. Yummy squished-ant nappy. And so it was back to the paddling pool, and I swear I looked away for less than a second - but in that time Roisin had fallen over and was submerged. Yow. I grabbed her out and the drenched baby and nappy soaked me, too. Roisin hardly batted an eyelid, though the water wasn't exactly hot. But she was getting quite cold. So when Katrina arrived back shortly afterwards there was her daughter in Joseph's pyjama top, nappyless - and the babysitter drying off on the kitchen steps. Nice work, Rebecca.