two striped legs.

Last Saturday I heard a thump and a wail (not an unusual combination when you have a baby who thinks she can do more than she actually can), so I came out of the kitchen to find two tight-clad legs sticking straight up out of a box, feet waving in the air. She had fallen into the box headfirst when trying to reach the toys inside. A pretty hilarious sight; I sort of wish I could have taken a picture but decided that would have been inhumane. She wound up with a bruised cheek, nothing more.