Somebody send me some gloves, I’m ready for boxing lessons.  I promise mom and dad don’t beat me, I’m just having quite a time without my helmet.  Today as we were talking through the yard I strolled through the rock/mulch bed and tripped and fell right into the faucet on the side of the house.  Man!  Usually my helmet would bounce me off of things like that, but BAM, my second black eye!  Luckily I only cried about like ten seconds until I realized we could continue on our walk and I wanted up on dad’s shoulder.  Gray hair/no hair for mom and dad is soon to follow!