Millie the Brave

Millie came home from school yesterday full of beans and singing songs about Israel's birthday. I told her we were going down to the basement together to do some laundry + she happily agreed.
As Millie started off down the flight of 12 steps, her foot caught a broom hanging on the wall + she fell. She tumbled down the first few steps + then as she gained momentum she actually took off from the steps + flew through the air, landing on her back on the bottom of the steps.
Why is it that when it is so important for us to move, we are frozen to the spot? And why does it all seem to happen in slow motion, but yet so fast that you can barely remember details?
Millie was so brave you just couldn't imagine. I did all the wrong things for this kind of situation (having refreshed my first aid + CPR every year since she was born!) and moved her to the couch without a second thought as to whether there may be some injury that I was making worse. After no more than 2 minutes of tears, all Millie wanted to do was watch 'The Mr Men'!
We took a trip to the doctor and thank GD everything is fine apart from some bruises + grazes.
On the way home, we drove via Baskin Robins where she got to pick her 2 favourite flavours at the drive thru ice cream store.
So, what is the funny part of this story? What bothered Millie the most in this whole ordeal?
In the car on the way home, Millie said
"Mummy, you need to say sorry to me"
"Why Millie?" I said, "what did mummy do?"
"You screamed at me when I fell down the stairs"
"No darling" I said "mummy screamed, but not at you! Mummy got a big fright"
Millie thought about it and then she said
"Right some times grown ups get a fright?"
"That's right" I said
"Thank you mummy for looking after me + saying I'm brave. I love you mummy"
At which point, I melted into the floor!.....
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