But I still don’t see how you prevent this kid’s headbanging. I don’t think he’s doing it just because he’s in a crib, I think he’s doing it because it’s fun. Still kind of scares me though. Brain is like jello in a Tupperware container. It can slop around some, and the web of tiny vessels that supply it are not robust. It doesn’t take that much acceleration to start tearing them. That’s what shaken-baby is all about.

I guess the solution is to let him nap when he wants instead of on a schedule that doesn’t match his needs, and put up a swimming pool so he can practice his Supermans without scrambling his little noggin.

Cheers!

Thank you for putting me in this enclosed space with all the blankets and pillows and cushions.  I appreciate the opportunity to throw myself down – over and over – onto the aforementioned bedding, as it affords me the best possible way to distract myself from the horror that my life will someday become.

Your loving son,

Cletus Spartacus Vile III.