We went camping the weekend before last. We borrowed Alex's parents' tent trailer, where the beds go out to the side of the trailer with tent over them. The kids slept on one side, and we slept on the other. Alex didn't know you are supposed to tie the tent part to the trailer. So in the middle of the night we heard this:
Henry fell out of the tent trailer onto the dirt outside. I had to hurry and put my shoes on to go rescue him, since Alex seemed mildly disoriented. Luckily I was sleeping in my clothes. Anyway, I picked him up and shushed him and told him every thing was okay while brushing him off, and about five seconds later he fell back asleep in my arms before I even got him back to his bed.
We recounted the story to our friends the next morning, and Henry denied it because he didn't remember.