Mr. Rosenberg has named this cabinet corner in the laundry area, "The Worst Place in the World." We have both had our turns ducking under the cabinet to reach Teddy's bowl or grab something that has fallen out of the dryer, then stood up quickly, slamming our heads into this evil region. resulting in extreme pain, much cursing, and many ice packs. Mr. Rosenberg is 6'4" so he wins the terrible contest of who has murdered the top of their head the most.
Daily, Mr. R conks his head ducking in and out of our tiny, shared bedroom closet. Trees with low hanging branches scrape his forehead. When we moved into this house, we had to take out all of the ceiling fans lest he be decapitated. Still, nothing has caused more pain than the corner of the cabinet.
I have finally ordered baby proofing corners. I haven't ordered them sooner because each time we hit the corner we always think we'll be more careful next time. Also I have been hit on the head too many times to think clearly. In the meantime, perhaps we should start wearing our bike helmets in the house.