After watching Bun come perilously close to taking a nasty header from the house into the garage, this exchange followed:
Me: Bun! No! Stop!
(some swiftly intervening Mommy rescue action)
Me: Aah! Why does he consistently find the most dangerous activity available? Shouldn't he be developing a sense of fear by now?
Rob: (laughing) No.
Me: Well when will he get one?
Rob: Around 35.