The door was wide open and that was the problem. No one was paying attention and that was the second problem.
Amanda toddled to the door, seeing a bright sun and hearing spring song birds. The brothers were playing a game with their backs to the door. The birds, such pretty birds.
She had learned how to go down the step, holding onto the rough stucco and putting one socked foot down. Then the other. The grass was green and warm. Each step was on soft freshness, so lovely.
Bright yellow dandelions lay in her path. Two year olds don’t have far to bend over and Amanda plucked one. She touched the golden petals, tasted them, and then dropped the flower.
Minutes passed. Amanda toddled across the grassy yard, pajama legs dragging the grass. More yellow flowers. More grass.
The sidewalk was next and then the road with all the cars passing by the house. Amanda reached the curb. Just step down which she knew how to do.
What happens next?