Um,...scary!

Today I decided to take the boys to the park for a bit before nap. I was carrying O and Soy was walking in front of me when we went into the garage. I got to the van (where Soy was commenting on it's messiness) and realized I didn't have the garage door clicker so I turned to open the garage using the button on the wall. The door started to open and Sawyer ran towards it to look outside and Owen & I proceeded to comment on the cars state as well. Then, I turned in shock to see my son suspended about 4 feet off the ground holding on the the bottom of the rising garage door. I ran over and rescued him and when he knew he was safe the poor thing burst into tears. It was so sad...but,...at the same horrible time...the picture in my mind is hilarious. He looked like a tree ornament. Perfectly silent and still hanging from this giant moving door. I don't know why I laugh. Maybe it is my coping or maybe it is really funny in a dark sort of way. At least I know I don't have to worry about him doing that again.