I put them on the table and they looked fine. However, I had just seen some glass ones at a store that I really liked. The thought of buying them passed through my head for about a second before I dismissed it. "Glass lamps on a table with a house full of boys? No way."
My previous lamp that I had in the room had been broken from being knocked over so many times. Plus, the dog had gotten a hold of the cord and had chewed it to bits, so it wasn't even functional.
But I really liked the glass lamps. So, the now irrational side of my brain thought about buying them again for about 1.8 seconds until the rational side screamed "ARE YOU CRAZY?"
The rational side won.
I put the "gently used" lamps on the table and let it go.
That was a very good decision.
Last night as Chase was trying to get his paper airplane that had gotten stuck behind the table, we heard a large crash. It wasn't just the lamps that had gotten knocked down, the entire table, lamps and all had come a tumblin' down. And there was Chase sitting in the middle, slightly stunned at what had just happened. He was lucky though. Other than a healthy bruise on his arm that he insisted on putting a band-aid over, he was o.k.
The lamps? They were just fine. Scott stood up the table, picked up the lamps, straightened the shades and back they went to their original spots. Just the light bulbs needed replacing. I'm pretty confident the glass ones would have needed more than new light bulbs.