Falling from the genetics tree
The Guy Upstairs had a guardian angel on overtime today.
Dear crazy mother:
Where is not the best place for your six-month-old child who can sit up by themselves?
On top of a table in a booth at Panera bread, where they can fall over onto a bench and down under the table faster than you can run back from the coffee bar. Especially when they were eating something with both hands (therefore not balancing themselves) and swaying.
--The freaked person at the table across from you who watched your kid from the edge of her seat lest anything happen.