So I called the kids up here (cuz I'm lazy like that).
Me: What did you break downstairs?
Me: What was that crash?
S: We knocked the lamp over.
H: But we picked it up and put it back.
H: There are no little pieces or anything.
Me: Stop playing with that ball down there.
S & H: Ok.
I'm wondering if there are big pieces. I'm strangely uncomforted by their explanation and attempts to assure me nothing is amiss.