His eyes flashed.
“Alex*, put it down. Please,” I added, glancing nervously at the many smallbuzzing and flying and and princess-playing all around the room.
“Alex . . .” But it was too late. The plastic shopping cart was in the air, flying towards a ballerina with a baton. Crash! The girl and a Lego tower behind her crumpled into a heap. “Whaaaa!!!”
Alex, 7, was running from the room. Continue reading