When I was in high school, one of my friends was one of three boys in his house. They were active boys. His mom use to keep Emergency room admission forms by her back door so she could grab one on the way to the hospital after one of her children's many "accidents".
Today while at his Nana's house (not her fault, he could have easily done it at mine as well), the two year old rode his toy tractor down the stairs and hit his head on the wall. He is fine. Didn't even really cry. But I am seeing some trips to the ER in my future.
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