When Billy was an infant I had a very large brandy snifter next to the bed that had a fish or two in it. Billy was fascinated with it and I often asked him if he saw the fishy. Before lone he was saying fishy or fish.
Before he was able to roll over or move much I was changing him on the dressing table; back then I used cloth diapers. I had my left hand next to him and the right hand I was using to place the diaper into the diaper pail. Well his legs went up and then he rolled to his right and landed on the floor at my feet. I cried harder than he did. Papa came home from work and I was still crying. He took Billy from me and he stopped crying immediately and I kept crying for a time. Billy was okay, thanks to a nice thick rug.