For several straight days, Leia practiced. Boy, did she practice! Up and down, in and out, over and over again, perfecting each migration. She bobbed, she weaved, she maneuvered with the precision of a gymnastic maestro.

This girl was hell-bent on making a grand entrance on the world stage.

On the sidelines, Maddy chuckled. Her mischievous little prank had worked to perfection.  It was too perfect, actually.

Not only was her sister unaware of the concussion-related consequences of this particular activity, but she was thoroughly convinced live-action Whac-a-mole was an Olympic sport.