Whenever Ollie crashes something into something else, he shouts victoriously the following phrase: “terrible, terrible accident!” This has led my wife, today, to issue this edict: “people do not have terrible, terrible accidents!” No doubt she intended this command to protect my other son from what might appear to a casual observer to be blood-lust — crashing into things is, as we all know, just a gateway activity to crashing into people. And no doubt she did not intend the remark in irony. But to me, eavesdropping from the safety of my bedroom-office, the humor is unavoidable.