As blogged about last week, I got head-butted in kickboxing practice, which immediately raised a round knot about an inch wide and literally a half inch tall. It looked like a small alien was trying to burst out of my head.

Still, I iced it (or, rather, frozen broccolied it) non-stop for a couple of hours that evening, and by the next day there was barely a mark. Yet further proof that our moms clearly knew *waaay* more than we gave them credit for while growing up.