Using my head

In the last ten years, I have fallen once while in-line skating. I was with Daisy and skating backwards in a parking lot. She got behind me and down I went, kerflump. I say kerflump because it wasn't even a bad fall. The parking lot had a few scrapes, but I was fine. I am a good skater, Boitano-esque but less flitty.

The other day at Hoigaard's, with birthday money burning a hole in my brain, I upgraded my skates. My new ones have 90-millimeter wheels, which is thrashingly hardcore.

I also bought a helmet, my first fatherhood-related impulse buy. It took a baby on the way to turn me into a helmet guy. I figure cracking my head open stupidly might hinder my parenting effectiveness.