This morning Ziva and I were shopping for some clothes at Target. As she was looking through a pile of t-shirts, I accidentally bumped into a rack and knocked several shirts to the floor. I heard a little gasp and then Ziva said in a partially horrified, mostly scolding (and completely hilarious) tone of voice, "Mommy! You have to be careful! I love you very much and I don't want you to trip!"