stumble trip! Stumble Trip! STUMBLE TRIP!

The boys and I were running late for church yesterday morning, so Chris went on ahead and left us to get there safely on our own, a task which you would think would be easy enough to accomplish. We were doing great up until we got out of the van at the church building. I had gotten Sean out and told him to stand on that side of the van while I went around and got Ben. Unbeknownst to me, though, he followed me around the van and stood behind me while I was getting Ben out. I went to back up (while holding Ben), stepped into Sean, and that started the neverending cycle of us stumbling and tripping all over each other until we all three finally fell in a heap about 5 feet from where we started. Ben was on top of me, fortunately, and I just scraped my leg a little bit, but Sean, poor little thing, knocked his head on the concrete. He sat up rubbing his head and looked at me with tears in his eyes and the saddest, most forlorn look on his face as if he was thinking, "What did you do that for, Mommy?!" I apologized profusely, assured him I had no idea he was there, said it was an accident, etc. I don't think he was convinced. I kept asking him the whole way inside if he was okay, since he kept rubbing his head, and he finally said, "No, Bobby! You pushed me over!" How's that for heartbreak?

And yet I can't quit laughing at the whole thing. Chris thinks I'm sick to find this so funny, but it surely had to look hilarious from an outsider's perspective. Arms and legs and bodies falling and flailing all over each other over and over again. And I have to admit, Sean's seeming to think I did it to him on purpose is pretty funny too.

P.S. In case you're wondering, he really was okay. The tears never fell from his eyes, and five minutes later he had completely forgotten the whole thing even happened. I'm not that easily amused.