I heard a crash from my kids' bedroom. The kind of crash that makes you sprint towards it. I found my three-year-old son on the floor. I picked him up to find blood gushing, and I mean gushing, from the back of his head. I'm not a screamer, but I screamed like I've never screamed before.
That makes for the second time in a month that I thought my kid was dying.
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