Waking up in the morning he sometimes already have a bump on the forehead.
At breakfast he knocks over his glass of juice.
Glass refilled and immediately knocked over.
He walks in the living room, slips and falls backwards, his head hitting the floor.
At lunch he eats and – again – spills.
He goes to the garden and slips on the black ice.
He wants to go back inside, slips on the step and cuts the arch of the eyebrows.
He runs in the living room and slips on a soft toy.
He gets up on the sofa, loses his balance and lands on his forehead.
At bedtime Loïs shuts the bedroom’s door… on her brother stuck between door and frame.
Oh, clumsy Danny!