Two weeks ago, the kind of accident I was afraid would happen if I didn't spend every spare minute with my kids, instead of blogging about them, happened anyway. I had just gotten home from work and decided to check my email one more time before entering the mosh pit that used to be our family room. While I was upstairs I heard my wife cry out and ran down to find Alistair with a deep gash above his eyebrow. Oliver reported that Alistair had climbed onto the sofa, then plummeted head-first into a toy piano.
After four hours in the emergency room, we would have been grateful for any help at all, even Hugh Laurie insulting us as Dr. House, and did not think to ask for a plastic surgeon instead of an exhausted-looking resident. Alistair got seven stitches and will have a somewhat rougher scar for our stupidity.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Sorry Vista
I could never get anyone to play Sorry with me as a child because the game involves a lot of moving backwards, trading places, and can take from 30 minutes to infinity. Oliver asked me to buy him Sorry after the point in Target when I lose good judgment, and we brought it home. To my horror, the game has been redesigned so that the pieces are translucent and the board looks like a start-up screen for Windows Vista.
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