DD just got out of a bath, and the floor is treachorus when wet. I know, I can't spell...
As I reached down to grab the towel for her off the toilet, my eye on her the whole time, she took off running because someone in the distance yelled something about pizza.
She bit the floor so dang hard. I was "OH MY F*CKING GOD!" hysterical. Dh, he doesn't lose his cool as bad as me when she bites it hard, but he laughed. I flipped out more, and he said "I don't mean to laugh, but her face right before she hit the floor was priceless!"
I hate to think about something so funny like that at a time like this... but I needed a laugh.
Don't worry. I think we all laugh at other people's misfortune (even our own babies'). I have laughed so hard at my girls I think I am going to hell as well. Like when Kiara (9 years old) was running with the dogs and my 70something pound American Bulldog mix ran into her legs and tripped her. I was scared at first and then once I saw she was not injured I laughed so hard and so did my BF. She just walked back up the hill to the house and hit my BF on the arm because he was still laughing and said "Not funny Papi" and walked inside the house. After she left we resumed laughing at her.