Baby Taylor Outing Accident
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Sunlight bathed the garden as Taylor and Tom dashed outside, their mothers trailing behind with picnic baskets and blankets. Laughter erupted over rounds of tag and hide-and-seek, the grass tickling bare feet during cartwheel contests. Tom’s mother pushed the swing higher until Taylor’s toes nearly brushed the oak branches, both kids shrieking as the wind whipped through their hair. When afternoon breezes stirred, faded dragon kites emerged from the garage—patched wings soon soaring above the flowerbeds as mothers guided strings and untangled tails. By dusk, grass stains marked their knees, cherry popsicles dripped onto T-shirts, and the quartet collapsed on the lawn, watching paper birds dip and whirl against amber skies until fireflies signaled it was time to head home.
