See how this closet door in Liam's nursery is ever-so-slightly ajar?
The door is almost completely closed, you see. And yet, in the back of my mind, as I changed Liam's diaper and got him dressed this morning, I thought for sure that the door was wide open, as it usually is.
So, when I removed his clean clothes from the little plastic baby hanger, I then did what I always do: I began to fling that hanger toward the closet, figuring that my mighty toss would hurl that hanger straight into the bin of unused hangers that I have sitting in a basket on the floor in the closet.
As the hanger dashed out of my hands, my eyes followed it. With shock, I could now see that the door was actually closed (oops!); but then, with astonishment, I watched as that hanger righted itself and slipped vertically into the narrow passage between the wall and the door.
Neither Liam nor I could believe it! And sure enough, the little plastic hanger landed perfectly in the basket.
A win for me! Yeah!!
