She runs; everywhere.  Ever since she became bipedal, she has run.  Ask her to get you something, she runs to get it and runs back with it.  So when I asked her to go wash her hands for lunch, she ran for the bathroom, took a right turn out of the kitchen, miscalculated and took an early right turn right into the  …. wall.  The bathroom door being about one foot further.

Before I could even react, she got up from her face plant, dusted herself off (luckily, she is very light and simply bounced off the wall), and said to no one in particular, “That’s alright, I’m O.K.” and went into the bathroom to wash her hands.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.