When I was a kid, every once in a while I would hear my dad swear as he hit his head on a cabinet door I had left open. It was a really bad habit of mine. I would open cabinets doors and never, I mean never, remember to close them. Actually, nothing's changed. I still forget to close them. But my ex and current husbands learned to either close the doors themselves or duck. That's the kind of thing you laugh about, once you're finished swearing, I guess, as long as no one gets a concussion. But...