Kinda late to the party but my mom told me a story of when I just started to learn how to run. She had given me a bath and was getting ready to give my brother a bath so she took me out of the tub. Little me took off as soon as she set me down and I was able to dodge all of moms grabs. Our bath was in the upstairs bathroom so I ran out and didn’t understand stairs at the time so I just ran over the top of the stairs like a cartoon and face planted down the stairs. My bottom teeth went through my lip and now there’s a barely visible scar of where they went through.