All it takes is an inch of water. That’s what they all tell you, isn’t it? Don’t leave your babies alone in a bathtub. They are too curious and top heavy, their hands will find the faucet and they will turn it on and you will find them too late, their faces too white, their lips purple and blue. I don’t know a baby who drowned in a bathtub but I know a girl who fell into a bucket and got stuck there for just long enough to count. And that girl is ok, her mama says, and she don’t remember, her mama says, but how is her mama to know what is true? I do know that when I was two I fell down the stairs and knocked out a tooth.
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