Did you ever notice that little kids try to make up games to hurt themselves?

For example, when I was smaller, we'd build a ramp, get our bikes, and have one kid ride full speed towards it, and see how far and high he could go.

And that's as far as we planned.

The kid's flying through the air: "What do we do now?"

Kids on the ground: "We don't know! This is as far as we planned!"

You know what's really fun? Being that kid sent in to calm mom down before you bring in the banged-up friend.

"Hey mom! Everything's fine! (you know she bought that) I just thought I'd come running in here, at full speed. *hard breathing* "Oh, you know Kevin? Of course, of course. Well, you know how his arm usually bends like that? Well, it ain't bending like that anymore. But we've got it all under control, so it's ok. But since you said you were going to go get milk later, you might just want to take him to the hospital with you. And if you get peanut butter, get smooth!"

But you know what it's gonna be like by the time we're parents....

"Hey dad! Throw that brick at me and see if I get out of the way! It's a new game, it's called dodgebrick! It's great! I'll turn around and try to listen for the wind!"

And not until the brick leaves your hand do you think that this may not be a good idea...