I like to stand at the back of church just before Mass ends and watch the little ones running around, having fun. One chubby little guy, no more than two years old, was smitten with our Christmas tree at the rear of the church and kept touching all of the ornaments. Finally, his mom had had enough and tried to get him to stand still so she could put his coat on. He made a break for the door, tripped himself up on his feet, and did a total face plant onto the wooden floor.
I gasped, expecting the screaming to begin imminently. Thankfully, he immediately raised his arms above his head, still lying flat on his face on the ground, and reassured everyone: "I'm okay!"
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