“Who lives similar to this?” my then son that is 7-year-old away whenever their sibling, then 13 yrs old, did a face-plant into her dinner dish. We forced straight back my stool, stood up, and caught her as she seized, deftly unbuckling the band that kept her safe in her very own own stool, and eased her jerking body towards the flooring.
Her other sibling, 9 years of age, had already cost the family area to grab a pillow to place under her head when I kept her stiffening and arms that are jerking feet from striking the dining table feet and kitchen kitchen stove. He brushed back the hair from his own little hand to her face. Fortsett å lese Why I’m Unafra >