Last week we had a little incident. Unthinkingly, I let Jonathan take my half-sized popsicle stick out of my hand and play with it. There he was being his adorable self sucking off the last remaining bit of ice cream from it when he began to tip. It was as if I was caught in a slow motion web that I knew would end badly. In half time, the tipping commenced and began to speed up. As I was trying to move at lightning speek, the web dissipated and Bam! Jonathan slammed into the floor, the tiny stick cutting into his cheek.