I was putting laundry away recently when from another room I heard 2-year-old Emma's terrified scream: "Aaaagh!" From the sound of her voice, I knew something was horribly wrong. Afraid she was in imminent danger or already injured, I dropped my laundry basket and rushed to find her. As I rounded the corner into our bedroom, I heard her frightened voice in the bathroom calling out random numbers: "Five, two, fwee, six." At last I found her ... standing on my bathroom scale.
