Saturday afternoon, while Ellen was doing the five hour tattoo thing...

Olivia, strangely muffled: "Daddy! Lookitme!"

Me, looking up from a magazine article: "Olivia! Get down from there!"

Olivia, upside down with her legs in the air, facing into the back of a chair to my left: "Daddy! I do headstand! Look! One foot!"

Just as I got up to un-headstand the child, she tumbled out of the chair like the proverbial sack of potatoes, landing with a shambling thud on her butt.

Olivia, after a brief pause, lit up with a big smile and said, "Don't worry daddy! I'm Okay. I'm ok--"

Whereapon she tried to stand up, and promptly clonged her head into the underside of the glass table she'd fallen under. Hit it so hard it rang like a bell.

Olivia: "Ooowwwww!!!"

But, since she's also Ellen's child, I was actually more worried about her head breaking the table.