"I dunno, Maggie," Dad said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Yer a little young to be holding babies....Maybe we should wait on that. Jake's real fragile right now and you wouldn't wanna drop him."
"Oh please!" I turned with balled fists, shouting in indignation. "I've never dropped anything in my life!"
My father seemed to think about this for a moment, as if trying to think of an example to prove me wrong. Then he sighed and looked to Mom, who had a similar ponderous look on her face.
"Well I'm sure that's not true," Mom began. "But I suppose you do have a pretty good track record of not dropping things. So...CATCH!!!" she shouted, tossing the baby at me.
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