Fingers crossed. Knock on wood. Our son is 16 months old and to date has not had a serious injury where an emergency room visit was required. Yesterday, the kiddo took a header into the wall and came away with a nice new shiny gooner. Nothing overly concerning, but then the creepy little “what ifs” start rolling in like spiders at the foot of your bed coming up under the covers.

The big “what if” for me: “What if he has a concussion?” The Wifey never played football, so she probably didn’t get all the lectures on the dangers of concussions. More >