Danger boy

A few Sundays ago we had a scary miracle happen at our house. I was next door preparing for a camp meeting and Brent was here with our 3 boys getting them ready to eat dinner. He left Gavin (7) to keep an eye on Graham (7months) downstairs in our kitchen while he went up to get our 2 year old. What I heard from next door sounded like a car crash and then I heard my baby crying so I dropped everything and ran over. This is what I saw.



Our 60+ lb pot rack had randomly fall from the ceiling. Notice the blue bumbo? That is where Graham was sitting.



He earned his middle name that day. We figured he has a guardian angel. There is no other way he could have escaped sitting directly beneath that rack and 15 heavy stainless steel pots that went flying through the kitchen. I have got several pans that got dents and one of my big heavy duty mixing bowls was reduced to 20 pieces, but we still have a Graham Danger with only 2 little bumps. Lesson learned, never name your kid Graham!