Soon, flour dusted the counter, eggshells were scattered around, and a bag of sugar had tipped over, spilling its contents. It was a mess, but it was a fun mess. We were laughing and joking, enjoying the process of baking together.
While the cake was still biding its time in the oven, I quickly slipped out of the kitchen to go to the bathroom, telling Chris to sit and wait for me at the dining table until I returned. We were going to build some puzzles there until the cake was ready.
It was barely two minutes, but by the time I came back, he was on top of the counter. As if he hadn’t expected my quick reappearance, Chris’s foot suddenly slipped off the side of the counter, and he let out a loud yell as he fell. My heart jumped out of my chest as I lunged forward without thinking.