He has Been Listening to his Mother

I have two boys. One is three and and half years and the other one is 18 months. This morning we were in the basement playing "Dog Pile" where everyone basically jumps on each other and rolls all over. After a while the two little ones bumped heads. I apologized and let them know that it was my fault. The older one then stood up and said "I think this game is a little too dangerous, let's play something else for a while". It was like he was channeling his mother. Now the older one is playing Buzz Lightyear and the little one has the toy vacuum. The reality is that even if we were playing sit still in a padded room some one would still find a way to get hurt eventually. The moral of this story is the game isn't over until you can't stand the pain anymore.

Have fun, get hurt, play something else. Repeat until bedtime.