So today we were playing in the backyard. The kids were playing with the chalk on the back patio. Bowyn was walking around with a popsicle stick in one hand and a piece of chalk in the other. Being the "toddler" that he is, he tripped and fell keeping his hands up so his head rebounded off the cement. I took a quick intake of breath, prepared for the scream, but he stood up shook his head, when he saw my expression he gave a short pitiful, "ahh..." then turned and walked away! The kid had the imprint of the cement on his head and didn't even scream. If one of my girls did that the whole neighborhood would have heard it and Daddy would have heard about it when he got home and we all would have heard the repeat of the story before bed and every night for a week. Needless to say, I like this difference between boys and girls.