When I left the room, Finn was sitting happily, like this:
When I came back, about 60 seconds later, he had assumed a new position:
He was just laying there watching Sesame Street, like nothing interesting had happened.
After I got over the initial surge of panic and did a frantic inspection for broken bones and bruises, I realized that he was totally fine. And now I think it's pretty much hysterical. That's officially the furthest he has ever traveled by himself, so in a way, I'm proud. It takes a brave little boy to somersault off a piece of furniture ... but I'll probably have that image burned into my mind for a long time.
Is it totally horrible that I am cracking up? The fact that he is so calmly laying on the ground, almost looking happy to be there, makes me laugh. Good job, Jbulls!
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