I often see comments about kids who die in stupid ways citing them as Darwin Award candidates. Toddlers and teens, you know--all little self-destruction machines. Always makes me kinda sad as we all know it's a child's job to be Sweetpea and a grownup's job to be Popeye and chase him around while he's crawling through construction zones, et cetera. It could almost be a reality show if it weren't so real.....
/remembering the harrowing days of early childhood