It was one of those Saturday morning moments for which I long. Both of my girls were in their playroom, happily occupying themselves (without screens!). There were no sounds of whining, fighting, or Peppa Pig jumping in muddy puddles. It was blissfully quiet. And it was that exact quietness that allowed me to more quickly identify the unexpected sound of the small wooden cabinet tipping over onto my youngest daughter. Quickly following the crash were her panicked screams as I darted across the room to lift it off of her.
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