I was changing Declan's diaper on our makeshift changing table (aka the futon). He was just laying there peacefully, letting me wipe his butt, very calm, so I went really quick to throw away the incredibly offensive diaper. I cam back, and he was still laying, calm and peaceful... on the floor.
No more leaving Declan alone on a raised surface. Although he didn't cry - must have gone feet first and slid off. Still, it made my heart leap into my throat when I walked in and he was on the floor. My brave little explorer boy!