I always try to let Violett know that if she's really hurt she can cry, and if she's just got a bonk that she's ok and not to make a big deal out of a bonk. Today we were playing in the backyard and she was having a good time. She was going back and forth, back and forth. Then she tripped. My heart leaps still when that happens, but I hold my gasp of horror in and try to make it into "No big deal". She gets up, looks at me and just keeps going back and forth. Later, I spy something on her knee and go to brush it off. Alas! Her little knee is all scraped up, but you know what? It was No Big Deal. She didn't cry or whine. My girl is a tough girl for sure!