About ten minutes ago, however, the boy took three steps entirely unaided to get to my arms.
We put him back down and he did the same thing again. Our faces went fat and beamed with pride. "Put him down again!" Said Cheryl, excitedly.
"Already on it," quoth I.
Noah fell flat on his back and banged his head on the solid wooden floor.
Now he'll never walk again (today).
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