Yesterday, Parker decided I needed to wear his wooden shape sorting box as a hat. He hit me so hard I saw stars. After a few minutes I was able to wipe my eyes and tell him he hurt me and needed to be more gentle. With a very concerned look he kissed my owies and determined I needed “ice! ice!” Then he ran around the living room collecting his thawed out teething rings (when he is sick or teething he asks for his frozen teethers) and placed them on my head! Dr. Parker fixed me up good as new!