Hyperbolist

I sat Mary on the counter so I could blow my nose. That’s hard to do with a tot in your arms. Then I left her there and moved about 5 feet way to make the coffee.

“Help! Help!” she called. I continued to make the coffee.

“I’m falling!” she persisted. I turned to confirm what my peripheral vision assured me was true. There she sat, perfectly fine, with her arms outstretched and her face smiling.

I will catch you, little one.

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