Children, especially toddlers, have tiny bodies with great, huge, heavy heads, and very little good sense. So any time they move (which in Tiny’s case is all the time) it’s like they’re challenging the world to a head-butting contest that they are destined to lose.

Today, though, it was another kid who stepped in front of the swing occupied by Tiny. The other kid came through unscathed, but tiny got a mouse under his right eye that would make Rocky cringe.

I like the adventuresome, fearless attitude but the weekly bouts of head trauma are giving me no end of anxiety.