I'll be honest, my first thought, after making sure the Little was okay (he was, just confused a little bit and covered in sweet tea goodness), quickly taking off his wet clothes and moving him to the living room to be sure he didn't step on any glass while I cleaned up, was "this is why we can't have nice things." It was mostly a joke.
Everyone told us to put away the nice things once Little was mobile. But, we don't have lots of fancy things anyway, so I haven't been too worried about it. But here it was, my pretty pitcher in a little pile.