Oh, and I thought I should mention that any future indiscretions that Alex might commit could be blamed on post-traumatic stress resulting from a bad spill he took today. To make a long story short (because the long story involves Alex throwing a hissy fit in the middle of the parking lot at Michael's because I wouldn't take him next door to see the dogs at PetSmart because we had a thousand other errands to run today to prepare for his party, and I set him in the back of the van so he wouldn't get hit by a car, seeing as how he was flailing around on the ground, and when I reached down to grab my purse off the ground, he fell out, hit his hip, and clunked his head on the concrete), he fell out of the van and clunked his head on the concrete. HARD. I pretty much freaked out and took him to the pediatrician, who said just to watch for unusual behavior but not to worry, otherwise.
Thankfully, I made him wear his baseball cap this morning because his hair was a mess, and besides, it was the perfect accessory to his sporty outfit. And I completely believe that the hat created just enough of a cushion between his head and the ground to prevent his brains from spilling onto the concrete. All he has to show for his fall is a tiny bump and some red spots where blood vessels burst when he hit the ground; however, I am still having major anxiety over what may be going on inside his head, namely, his brain swelling or bleeding or any of the other horrible things you imagine after your kid takes a major spill. At least his injury is under his hair and not in the middle of his face like it was last year. See, look at me being all, "the glass is half full!"