Two for Two

Well, chalk another one up for gravity. And my incessant ability to keep my children on their changing tables.
Granted, this one was Ryan's fault. Acting like a nutbar, bouncing around on his bottom, kicking his legs in the air, flailing about. I turned around to get a trinket off the knickknack shelf to occupy him, when I heard a bump, a swish, and a thump, with the boy face-first on the ground perpendicular to the table. Momentarily silence/confusion, then crying. Checked his mouth, teeth all good, still had a nose, I told him, so all was okay. Fortunately, he had just sort of swung his legs too far off the table, and the momentum had him more 'jump' than 'fall' off the table, but boy did we learn a lesson that day. The pagan we. He and I. More I. Moron.