Last night, during half time, Atticus dived out of the bath tub and onto the floor like a little seal. I don't know how he accomplished this. I was monitoring him, I swear. I was sitting on the floor right next to the bath tub. He practically landed in my lap, but didn't. I guess I looked away for a second? It was beyond startling--as if pigs had rained from the ceiling.

He was fine. He just barely hit his face, landing mostly on a towel. We were both startled for a second there. Once I was sure he was fine, I laughed my head off.