Eva goes to preschool at a dance and gymnastics center.
Part of the day is spent in a gym rolling, tumbling bouncing...
When rolling down ramped mats, the teachers tell them to roll like a pencil.
Arms up an legs down.
So yesterday I was in the upstairs bathroom and Eva was in the doorway.
A few seconds later I hear...
Running to the top of the stairs...
I hear Michael scream.
All I see is blonde hair flying.
Eva fell down the stairs.
Oh God, Oh God, Dear God.
I couldn't breath.
As I practically threw myself down the stairs to get to her...
all I could think of was how fastest to get to the hospital.
Michael made it to her first and started checking her out.
She was actually fine, thank God.
Today there wasn't even a mark on her.
After she calmed down and was her old self...
she started talking.
I rolled like a pencil down the stairs and bumped my head...
then I fell all the way to the floor.
You got that right.
She - on purpose - rolled like a pencil down an entire flight of stairs.
Well, she actually rolled like a pencil partway...
because by the end she was rolling head over feet.
Reminds me a little of when she rode the laundry basket down the basement steps...
She is insane folks.
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