At grandma and grandpa's house the other day, we heard a horrific scream from little miss. I know this child's screams, and this one definitely wasn't "my brother is touching me", or the usual "I want a cheesestick" scream. This scream was pure. terror. I jumped up and ran into the bathroom, where I found Reagan jacknifed in half, knees to ears, up to her shoulders in the toilet bowl. Poor thing had fallen in.
Now if that isn't terrifying, I don't know what is.
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