Apologies hereabouts have been more hysterical of late, sans bracelets — the nephew threw a rock in the general direction of his brother (“I didn’t MEAN TO! I didn’t MEAN TO! I’ll never do it AGAIN!!!!”) — and somehow, little brother’s head got in the way. Gushes of gore (don’t head wounds add drama?). Shrieking. Sobbing. My very smart mother made the teachable moment big brother cleaning little brother’s bloody face… as he wept. And little brother kept saying (through sniffles) “It’s okay.” Poor buggers. But really, what IS IT with the rocks and little kids this summer!?