There’s no fighting it.
I often look out my window to find this:
Earlier in the week there were three of them scurrying around in there like squirrels. Believe it or not, none of the Otto children have broke anything yet. The odds are getting so bad that every time they go outside it makes you cringe. They’re practically queuing for the orthopedic surgeon. I keep thinking I need to memorize the hours and locations of Direct Orthopedic Care. Maybe stop by and get their fridge magnet. Stock a nice size ice pack in the freezer. Something.