Durn table. . .

Joseph is doing great at sitting. . . . he even sits himself up now. But every now and then he still gets a little wibbly. This morning he was still waking up and trying to get his balance when he face planted into the coffee table. There were tears. But, being quite a tough little guy, he was fine a few minutes later and wanted back down on the floor. Where he proceeded to sit up by the table, look right at it and yell a string of sounds that I can only imagine meant this . . . "Durn table! Quit hitting me!"