Or the driveway, actually.
Imagine this scene: Noah, Eva and I arrive home from picking up Noah from school, everyone (read: Noah) is hungry and tired and cranky. Then he trips, and sliiiightly scrapes his ankle. And collapses into tears. I set Eva down so I could attend to him, and she decides to try to walk down the driveway, and faceplants. Now both kids are screaming, and one is slightly bloody.
Yup, it was just about as awesome as it sounds.
This is where I'm happy baby skin heals so quickly. Also that most of our neighbors work during the day.