This caused both me and my father to shriek like girls. Fortunately one of us (me) had the presence of mind to dive and catch the baby. (I had to dive because her throw was so awful.)
I laid there on the floor for a sec, holding my baby brother. My heart beating fast. I smiled at how light and soft he was. "Mom you are freaking nutso," I informed her.
"It's called faith Dearie," she informed me. As though she'd just been nominated mother of the year and additionally hadn't just had a look of utter terror on her face as her child went flying in the exact opposite way as the direction she'd intended to chuck him in.
"No, Maggie's right, honey, you're nutso, Honey," Dad said nodding as he lifted me to my feet.
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