Here's how it transpired: he was taking forever to leave the apartment. I told him over and over again:
"Come on, buddy, let's go!"
Finally I opened the apartment door and he stepped through. He approached the stairs and I said to him, rather sternly:
"You're going to walk down the stairs now!"
And all at once, and I am not remotely exaggerating, he threw himself down a small flight of stairs. I screamed! I felt awful. I was in such a hurry to get out of the house that I caused him to fall down the stairs.
Later on, I was recounting the story to Wilhelm. I asked my son:
"Did you go boom boom?"
"Boom boom!" the little man confirmed.
Aw, poor guy. I'm glad he's okay. :)
ReplyDeleteAwwww...
ReplyDeleteI know! Sad! But thank G-d he's okay!!
ReplyDeleteSo glad he is fine, too. I remember once hysterically calling Dr. Seed to tell how my darling child had fallen and hit his head. "Mrs. Fader, this is just the first of many falls that your child will experience and survive." He was right and you both did survive.
ReplyDeleteOh that Dr. Seed! He was a wise man!
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