So literally as I am writing my last blog, my daughter starts screaming from the basement.  I ignore her. Now, in my defense, she screams all the time.  She is like a siren.  She has been referred to as ‘Screechy’.  She screams, it’s what she does. So, she’s screaming downstairs and I’m ignoring her.  I believe I call down that if there is something wrong to come up and tell me what it is.  She doesn’t.  So I finish typing and grab the KD off the stove, serve it and call her up for lunch.  She still won’t come.  I have mild concern at this point, since she subsists on KD and loves it like a best friend.  So I go downstairs.  I ask what is wrong.  She tells me she fell of the couch. Now, in my defense, she is lying directly in front of the couch, on a big blanket.  Really?  a half a foot drop onto a fleece blanket.  And I came downstairs for this? So I pick her up by the armpits and carry her upstairs and put her in front of her KD.  Now she is screaming harder.  So I ask again, where is this owie.  She says her neck.  I look.  There is a very, very small bump.  The only concerning thing about this bump, in fact, is it is on her collarbone. So I ask some basic questions.  Can you move your neck/head?  Yes. Can you move your arms?  Yes.  Good.  Eat your lunch. But, the crying continues. Now, in my defense, she has…