Bad Mommy?

I was reading the Liberty Journal (yes, it is Wednesday) and Conner was playing in his saucer, or whatever that thing is called, when the phone rang. It was Sarah and we talked for a little while. Conner was on the other side of the bar in the kitchen so I couldn't see him, but he was awfully quiet. When I got off the phone this is what I found.

Does that make me a bad Mommy?

If it helps I did get him right out (after taking a picture) and put him on the bed.