Yesterday, The Kid wiped out on his bike going down a hill too fast. He has a bad case of road rash from his forehead to his knees. Luckily he didn't need any stitches or had any broken bones. So far it looks like no concussion either. Does that make me feel any better? No. I was up all night wracked with guilt for not making him wear his helmet and imaging what could have happened if the three cars behind him had hit him. And I'm not looking forward to changing his bandages today.