Bob Laurent, in his book, A World of Differents, tells of sitting in the living room reading when he heard a terrible scream just outside his front door. Like most parents, he could distinguish his own child’s crying, and so he flew out the door to the scene of the accident.

There was his three-year-old son, Christopher, upside down and bawling, the victim of a hit-and-run collision with a Big Wheel 16 inch toy Tricycle.  In one fell swoop, Laurent scooped his son up and had him in the house and up in his bedroom before the neighbors suspected that his little man was a crybaby. He held his son in his arms and said, “C’mon, son, let’s dry those old tears up.”

“But, Daddy, it hurts! Waaa-a-ah!”

Then Bob Laurent gave him his sternest look and exclaimed, “Look, son, big boys don’t cry!” (1)…