Maybe I am mean

I'm at the library and just saw a woman with a few youngsters, maybe 3 or 4 years old (I am grumpy and hazardously sleep-deprived). One of them toddled by and fell on the ground. He was fine, so I smiled.

Then I looked out the window and imagined every 4-year-old on earth falling down at the same time. And I smiled more.

This may not be healthy.

But, actually I'm now chuckling loudly, and staring at this kid out of the corner of my eye. He's running back and forth on hardwood floor, so his shoes make this WAK-WAK-WAK-WAK-WAK sound. I'm just cracking up.

Oh, his mom made his stand still again.