So this happened (on Mother's Day, no less). I was in the room when it happened, so I know the story. But the big kids were quick to point the finger at Tillie seconds after my beloved elephant table went crashing to the ground. In their defense, it was Tillie who knocked it over while she was trying to climb on top of it; however, I hold them all responsible for showing Tillie that it's okay to climb on it in the first place (which they've all done). I'm sure I'll be over it soon enough--and now I have an excuse to go shopping for a new piece of furniture--but where am I going to put my wine in the meantime?