Nearly

“What’s Lenny doing?” asked my mother.
     I turned my attention from Sophy who had captured everybody’s attention doing spectacular jumps into the pool. Tiny at two, with no fear, throwing her limbs into an exuberant starfish. Lenny was hanging a foot below the water at the edge of the deep end, where he had slipped down the sloped bottom from where he could keep his head above the surface. His arms were flailing. Luckily he was within arm’s reach and I plucked him out.
     “Mummy,” He gasped, expelling water and vomit all over me. “I was trying to call you!”