A couple weeks ago I was working downstairs while Kelsey was cooking a delicious dinner. Suddenly I heard a rumbling thump. I knew immediately what it was but I was paralyzed with a knot in my stomach. Sammy was falling down the stairs. Luckily Harmon didn’t go tumbling after. He actually broke her fall a bit.
I came running up and Kelsey came running down — I was working and she was making salchipapas. After a few minutes Sammy was calmed down. She was apparently uninjured. But the discussion around dinner revolved around her fall.
“I went holey moley!” she said repeatedly, describing her fall with a smile. I think she meant “rollie pollie”, but whatever. At least she’s alright.