Bag Lady

Trying not to panic, I quickly dropped the wet, soapy dutch oven and ran to the steps when I heard an especially loud "thump, thump, thump, SCREAM!"  Someone had fallen down the stairs.  When I got there, I saw Reagan on the bottom step and about a dozen purses and other items scattered all over the stairs above her.  I hoped she would feel comforted by my sudzy embrace but quickly realized she wasn't crying because of pain but rather the tears were the uncontrolled response to her disappointment.  After some motherly advice from Rylie, Reagan was already out of my arms and collecting her things.  This is a moment or two later... 

Item count: 5 purses, 2 necklaces and 2 very important bottles (these managed to stay in her grasp through the fall!)