Due to recent situations in celebrity gossip that everyone seems to be going crazy over, I feel I should come clean about something.
I dropped my cousin when she was a baby.
Twice.
Thankfully the paparazzi weren’t around to see me. One time I dropped her while bouncing her on my knee. The second time, however, I was walking through my grandma’s living room and went tumbling to the floor with her in my arms, having tripped over nothing but my own feet.
Okay, so I was eleven and have always been a klutz so maybe the adults in my family shouldn’t have let me carry a baby around anytime I wanted. My cousin survived the trauma I inflicted on her and she’s now a perfectly healthy almost sixteen-year-old. But it’s a good thing I’m not a celebrity. Famous people aren’t allowed to stumble like all us normies!
(Also on a related note, despite everything my parents did to keep me on the bed as a baby, I always rolled off. They’d wake up to find two little legs sticking up between the bed and the wall. I haven’t seen any lasting damage from my bed-diving–unless that’s the cause of my clumsiness.)