There is a special kind of horror reserved for the first time you watch your child fall, face-first, off an elevated surface.
Out of sheer guilt, I’ve spent the past week telling everybody I know about my mothering mishap — that I, someone with the nerve to call herself a parent, allowed my only child to plunge off a couch. A good 18 inches, mind you. That’s, like, 46 centimeters!
I wanted to be punished, scolded. Call protective services! Someone, please. For the good of humanity!
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