A Painful Accident
Monday was Martin Juther King Jr Day, and the kids were home from school. At one point, I sent them outside to play, thinking that it would be healthy for them to spend some time running around out there instead of staring at a screen inside. Silly me. After a little while I heard the sound of screaming from outside. This isn't a rare occurrence, so I didn't react immediately, waiting to see if it would stop quickly. It didn't. Peter came inside clutching his hand tightly, crying very loudly, and Joshua followed on his heels protesting that he didn't know Peter's finger was in the way. Calmly, I looked at Peter's finger, noticed a cut, and got a damp paper towel - the closest thing I had available to press on the cut and stop the bit of blood while I tried to hear the story over Peter's screaming. Josh had been hammering with rocks, lifting them high and then bringing them down, hard, on a larger rock. Somehow Peter's finger got in the way of the h...