No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed

Okay, so there weren't any monkeys or jumping.

Brett likes to pick me up and throw me around because he's almost twice my weight, so it's easy for him to do. We were watching TV on our bed last night and he decided that he would threaten to throw me off the bed. He wrapped his arms around me, rolled me over him, and started rocking back and forth on his back and telling me that I was going to fall. He rocked a little too far toward the edge, lost his balance, and we both fell off the bed. I started laughing and he says "ow." Part of our wall sticks out, like a pillar, and he scrapped his thigh againt the corner. He also fell on his arm. The sweet part (yeah, there's a sweet part in all this crazy madness!) after he said "ow" he looked up at me with a little pain in his eyes, and said "Did I save you?" I just thought he broke my fall because I was on top. I looked at where I landed... just away from the part of the wall that sticks out and I was sitting right outside the doorway of our bathroom, away from the wall. As we were falling, he had time to process all this in his head, and found a safe place for me. If it were me, I would just panic and fall. Which I actually did. This was like his second attempt to play around with me and scare me about falling last night. The first time, I shifted my weight toward the wall and fell on my own. Yeah, that's how I panic and make things worse! I just thought it was sweet that he thought about protecting me... even though it was his fault that we fell. It's still hilarious that he fell with me, got hurt, and I left without a scrape, but that's thanks to him too.