Knock, Knock

Clearly I need to start carrying a piece of wood around with me everywhere I go. For knocking on. Because I've been blabbing all over town at every holiday gathering about how peaceful the kids have been lately; about how they're in this nice phase of harmony and cooperation. And now, suddenly, today, as if to directly refute all of the nice things I've been saying about them, they seem intent on maiming one another. No full moon tonight, so lack of knocking on wood is the only possible explanation.