No, not in that self inflicted, “You need to see a professional for help” kind of way.
It’s the “Geez, you are incredibly clumsy” kind of way.
This week, a cut foot (Eve leaves her toys on the floor), a cut hand (can lid), and somehow pulling a muscle in the back of my leg pulling something out of the washer.
Is this something I am going to pass on to my kids? Learning to walk is hard enough, without having walls randomly move into your path.
