I'm being attacked!!!

Zoey was helping me with the laundry today by putting all of her shirts on hangars. I left the room for a second only to hear, "I'm being attacked!" She was giggling like crazy, so I rushed into the room to find her laying on her back, feet and arms in the air like a dead cockroach, only she was wiggling all around, hysterical with laughter because the shirt, put nicely on the hangar, was covering her face and attacking her!! I am not sure where that came from, just a funny imagination I guess... She went on to be attacked by at least twenty other shirts, both hers and Max's. It was definitely the most amusing time I have had putting away clothes.