The monkey bars, promoted to the Olympic final

My six-year-old treats the playground bars like her profession. So this gives the profession its arena: same kid, same leggings, same ferocious grin — now mid-swing on the rings in a packed gymnastics hall, chalk dust in the spotlights, judges' table just visible. Nothing about her form is corrected, which is what makes it hers. She has looked at it roughly four hundred times. Tweak: 'balance beam next' — we are working through the events.