I’m really accident prone, and so is my kid. Like trip over the cord to a cordless phone clumsy. When he was 4, he was running through my SILs kitchen, tripped and face planted. When he hit the floor he yelled out “F**K!” then got up, decided he was ok, and apologized for saying a grown-up word. He looks so much more like his father than me, but every once in a while, like this occasion, it’s “oh look, there’s the proof he’s mine.”.