An accurate eyewitness report in 100 or fewer words:
My nephew spends one afternoon a week at our house. From the other room, I listened as he and my two youngest daughters played. Their game was spontaneous, shifting quickly as they created new scenarios. The floor was lava. The pillows were safe. The goal -- I heard -- was to jump.
Then I heard the thud. Then I heard the crying. I ran into the room as Kerrington picked herself off the ground.
Settling her onto my lap, I looked at the older kids for more information. "What did she hit?" I asked.
My nephew pointed downward. "The floor."