Worries

Ever find yourself sitting at a table with friends sharing stories about how hurt you've gotten via some crazy accident or general stupidity? This has lead me to the obvious conclusion "Holy crap! My baby is going to get hurt!" And also lead me to the obvious rationalization that "This must have been what Rapunzel's parents were thinking." So I believe an adequately appointed and padded fortress is in my near future, I'll have to become BFF with someone who works at Home Depot.

All seriousness, yes seriousness, aside I guess if I survived then my baby can. I make no sense.