Down Goes the Tree

Well it was bound to happen at some point. I should have been on my guard. I should have seen the signs. The twinkling lights, the shiny ornaments. It was all to much for a 3 1/2 year old to handle. In fact, it wasn't until I heard the thud that I rushed into the family room and saw her little legs in the air, that I realized Emily and the tree came toppling upside down. I was panicked for only a few seconds until I heard the giggles and then saw the fear in her eyes only when I approached the scene of destruction. She was fine - thanks to a small, lightweight tree with few ornaments hanging from its artificial branches. Tis the season, to be thankful and grateful for the small things including small accidents. I should know she cant resist something sparkly.