Oh my, that's so scary-funny!
When I was a kid (about 8) my mom had been painting and had the ladder out still. She decided it would make a cute photo to put my infant brother on the ladder, perched on the fold-out part that holds paint or supplies. She stood by the ladder and held him as I took the picture. As I looked through the viewfinder, I could see my excited brother clenching/unclenching his fists in such glee and excitement that he lurched forward. Now my mom would have caught him had I not emitted the most blood-curdling scream of fear, which startled her. She looked at me instead of focusing on my brother and he toppled to the floor.

He was unhurt, but screeching/crying. My mom insisted he was frightened not by falling but by my horrific scream.

I am better than you. I can prove it through dancing. I am the coooooooolest.