This morning at 7:35 (this would be the time my phone registered a call of panic to Derek) Luke pulled this (small and light) piece of furniture on top of himself:
He screamed and bled.
I attempted to remain calm.
In the end he is fine. See:
Just a few bumps and bruises.
The furniture has been moved.
I will be accepting my mother of the year award in just a few days.
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