We were visiting our friends Nicole and Wojtek last Friday evening, and Lily and Lukasz were having a ball running around their house and looking for their cat. At one point Lukasz slipped, lost his balance slightly and bonked his head against the wall. We all looked at him, and I said (and this wasn't one of my proudest motherhood moments), "He's all right. As long as he doesn't hit a stud, he's fine."
And he was.
Have my kids really hit their heads on the wall enough times that I can now tell the difference between when they hit the "hollow" part of a wall and a more solid and painful part? Probably.
And I know this quote will come back to haunt me, but the memory of it, and the laughter that followed, makes it all worth it.
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