If there is a way for Alston to hurt himself, be sure he will. This weekend, however, he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary to cause this little accident. He was half-running in the bedroom and somehow slipped and fell, hitting his face on the side of the bed on the way down. Somehow, he managed to hit perfectly on the bed rail, and busted his top lip. I wouldn’t be suprised if Child Protective Services didn’t come knocking on my door one day, as often as he hurts himself.