The Good: Ellie legitimately laughed looking at herself in the bathroom mirror.
The Bad: The above occurred after we happened to fall down the stairs together.
Don't stress. It was just the last few stairs, I was wearing my thick socks (so toasty) and slid down to complete my descent.
The Ugly: Me crying just as long (OK fine. Longer.) as Ellie. I am a horribly ugly crier.
Don't worry. No one died. We're not even critically injured. Not even bruised or bumped or scratched.
I did feel like a terrible mother, so I'm sure the laughing was Ellie's attempt at making me feel better. Thanks, baby.
