I recall a time when my son was about 18 months old. I had
him strapped into a backpack and was rushing to catch the
bus. Apparently I mis-stepped and fell down an entire flight
of stairs (13 to be exact). I was bruised and bleeding and
had torn my jeans ... but my main concern was, naturally,
for my child.
My fears were alleviated, though, when from behind me I
heard a gleeful giggle followed by, "Again!"
Received from Thomas Ellsworth.
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