This was me (or those are my feet, rather), Jack in one arm, camera in the other.
We had so much momentum going that upon impact, Jack flew out of my arm, landed on his back, I on my knees and elbows. The camera? Held up high, without a scratch. Priorities, right?
Good thing Erick was standing to the side or he would have ended up on his tukus.
Jack just laughed and laughed; we were fine, if a bit muddied (but I promise to look out for the safety of my child rather than my camera next time).