Suddenly...

Brody was up in his room because he wasn't going to eat his dinner. He had his choice between dinner and going to bed early and he chose bed. (I know -- we are such mean parents). He was up in his room for a few minutes crying in a "I'm very tired" kind of cry. I noticed when this cry turned into a panic or hurt cry so I went upstairs to check on him. This was our conversation.

Me: Brody, what's wrong?
Brody (through tears): I was, I was getting my friends (these are his stuffed animals) because I was climbing down. Suddenly.......I fell.

Can you tell he has lots of stories read to him?