As I was saying yesterday, last Friday I went to pick up the kidlets from my sister-in-law's house where they had spent the night (even the baby) giving my husband and I a night all alone to celebrate our tenth anniversary.

As I was gathering their things together, Peter picked up a toy metal spoon in his cousin's room and tripped with it in his mouth. He started shrieking and blood was gushing out his nose and mouth. I wound up taking him to the local ER down there and after two ER docs and an ENT looked at him, they decided he was very lucky and the two cuts were just deep cuts to the soft palate, but would heal on their own.

I had seen lots of mouth cuts, but I had never seen that much blood pouring out of one child. It was pretty nasty, and I was so glad that it wasn't much worse.