Don't tell my mom, but...

I was dressing Sabrina the other day. I had her clothes, and put her on the changing table while I bent down six inches to get her onsie. Sabrina was so excited about her clothes that she raised them over her head, over, over, until they were behind her head, and she tipped over. Off the changing table. Into the clothes hamper. She was screaming, I felt like screaming. At the same time, I was giggling, because you should have seen how funny and indignant she looked as the clothes basket caught her! In fact, once I knew she was not hurt I could not stop laughing. Hysterical laughter, sure, but still laughter. Poor baby.