When my boy was 5 he bashed his head into a post something fierce. Wasn’t looking where he was going and bam!, a huge egg on his forehead.
No loss of consciousness, no vomiting, I was all for rubbing some dirt on it and telling him to walk it off, but mom wanted to take him to an urgent care for a concussion evaluation. Moms, what are you gonna do.
So we’re in the car, heading down the driveway. I look in the rear view and ask hey buddy, how are you doing.
He said, I’d be doing better if we were going to Toys R Us.