One day in January, Henry kept wanting to bring the stool downstairs for something. I can't remember now what his purpose was, but I kept telling him "no." So I was in the kitchen working, and I heard the most horrific banging. I knew something was coming/falling down the stairs, and it scared me to death that Henry had fallen down the stairs while trying to carry the stool.
When I got to the foyer, this was at the bottom of the stairs. Henry was on the stairs, terrified that he was in trouble. I grabbed him and hugged him so tightly! So glad it was only the stool. I asked him if he dropped it - he said he threw it because it was too heavy.
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