Steve likes to run around downstairs and play hide and seek with the dog. I've told him many many times that as cute as it is to watch, he is really going to hurt himself dodging furniture one of these days. He's always shrugged it off like I'm paranoid.
Last night Steve ran into a dining room chair and broke his toe while playing with the dog.
He tried to act like it was just a bruise, but when I got home from school today he was willing to admit that the doctor needed to see it. I waited until after he had gotten x-rays done and his foot in his cool new walking cast before saying "I told you so". LOL.