Last night while we were making supper, we asked the boys if they wanted to help. Luke and Ryan screamed “YES!” So Ted sent them upstairs to wash their hands. I know what terrible parents we are. Luke was determined to be first so he took off as fast as he could go. As he rounded the corner to go up the stairs, his head smacked into the underside of the railing, you know, the really sharp side not the smooth side that is on top.
The next thing we knew, there was spouting blood going all over the place. Nothing a bag of frozen peas can’t take care of.
Afterwards, Luke was milking it for all it was worth. “Ryan go get this for me. I can’t walk, my head has an owie.” “Mom, you will have to change my clothes, my head has an owie.” Well you get the picture.