I'm Going To Count To Three; 1...2.....

"Harvey, honey please come away from that balcony..." I begged for the fifth time this week. "Bwut Mommy! I want to pway!" Harvey insisted, dangling his feet off the balcony of the building that was taller than the Big Ben. My blood turned cold. In the matter of seconds my 3 year old son's life could be over. Today has been the most worse scenarios that could happen. He's been sitting there for an hour now. "Harvey, if you come away now you can have one of mommy's special chocolate-chipped biscuits..." I replied, slowly getting closer to Harvey. He's face lit up at the idea which made my heart beat slower. "I'm gunna count to 3, and if you don't get down, you can't have one of mommy's special biscuits" I told him, but he didn't budge. "1..." I began slowly. He still didn't budge. "2..." I continued, grabbing one of the cookies. "Mmmm..I can just smell it.." I stated with a smile plastered on my face to hide my fear that i was so dizzy from right now. "3!" I shouted and -