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I was making dinner. The kids were up and down the stairs. I saw that J had dragged a heavy wagon up. I asked him to take it back down. I saw him gently push it rather than walk it down. I instinctively knew D was at the bottom of the stairs and I started yelling at J to stop while simultaneously running out of the kitchen to grab D. I only made it a few steps before I heard M and D scream. It was bad. Thankfully, it missed M and her screaming was to show her solidarity to D. It took D about a half hour, but he recovered nicely. Oh, the adventures we have in this house.
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