The "little people"

I haven't needed to use the "little people" as an excuse for a while, but they got me the other day. I had William in his highchair (it hangs off the edge of our table) and I was putting dinner on the table. I guess I put everything on the table just right, so that when I tried to scoot it over just a bit...it started to tip over William and all. I caught it and righted it before William hit anything, but several things still flew off of the table, hit the bench, and then landed on the floor, namely, a glass (it broke into itty bitty pieces), a corelle plate (shards of white glass), the chicken nuggets and a pyrex baking dish (didn't break), and on top of it all a full pitcher of water. So about a half hour later we sat down and had cold yams and the few somewhat soggy chicken nuggets that landed on the bench and not the ground. I would love to say that William made this mess, but he had nothing to do with it...it was the little people, after all I barely touched the table:)