We had just arrived at our friend's house for an evening party last night, and our kids went upstairs to play. As we were pulling pizza out of the oven and pouring drinks, we heard a blood-curling scream from upstairs, and then another, and another...

I figured an argument had gotten out of control (nothing out of the ordinary), so I meandered upstairs to break it up.

My daughter came booking down the stairs to meet me with wide tear-filled eyes. I ran up the remaining stairs and turned the corner into the playroom to see a one-inch gash above my screaming son's eyebrow and blood gushing down his face!

My wife had caught up by then, and we scooped him up and rushed him to the emergency room for 7 stitches. My daughter had accidentally pushed him into the corner of a train table, and the cut was about a quarter-inch deep.

Fortunately no nerves were hit and the ER was able to get us in within a few minutes. Our nurse was the father of one of the girls on my daughter's soccer team I had coached over the summer, so we were in good familiar hands.

My son was incredibly brave for a 5-year old, and he's doing fine this morning with his new genuine Frankenstein impersonation.

Early in the morning yesterday the same daughter had been tackled on the playground at school, and was hurt so bad that she almost fainter (after turning noticeably green). Our other daughter this morning said nonchalantly "I guess I'm next on the list now".

The joys of parenting eh? We are very thankful today that everyone is healthy and safe.