Scare of the Day

I let Crew and Tanner play in the playroom upstairs while I was busy preparing my preschool lesson this morning. Tanner played Wii and Crew dumped out toys from buckets, threw blocks across the room, and banged cupboards open and closed. The playroom door was supposed to be closed, but someone went potty and forgot to close the door again.

While I was cutting out an unflattering picture of a man's hairy nose for our body books, I realized that in my peripheral consciousness I was hearing happy little baby chatter much too loud, much too close.

I raced to the stairs and spied a very happy little baby teetering precariously on the brink of death or maiming.

Now, just imagine this picture without the protective arm of an older brother and with four more stairs that were cropped out of the picture, and you'll get a feel for why my heart is still racing.