“MOMMY!”                By Andrew Hidas The tiniest shortfall of a tiny hand, merrily reaching for safety poolside— and missing. Fateful collision of lip and cement, the gash gushing precious blood staining red the waterwings designed to forestall catastrophe. Flurry of activity, lifeguards rushing, the ice they bring serving as balm for body and soul, halfway to the ER his babble already resuming the incessant joyful grrrrr of trucks and dinosaurs. Five hours later, exhausted and asleep on his mother’s chest, darkness abiding, the team…