Chocolate makes me scream. More accurately, when someone steals the chocolate I hide in my cache for emergency cravings. It is an open throated scream that causes every shingle in the neighborhood to stand on end and salute.
It’s the things that don’t make you scream, but send you into shock, that you have to worry about. A week ago, my six year old grandson impaled himself in the neck with a large pair of scissors—then pulled them back out, and proceeded to bleed—on everything. Fortunately, after an exciting ambulance ride, he came home a few days later perfectly fine, and showing off toys that had his older brothers balancing the thought of profitability with the pain.
I however, have new wrinkles, some new scar tissue on my heart and a video that randomly replays the accident scene in my mind. I was the lucky one who got to clean up.
On the serious side however, please reinforce to your children and grandchildren. ‘If you must carry something sharp, ALWAYS carry it with the point down.’ It is NOT something parents say just to use up their word allotment for the day. Some things are just not worth all the cool toys.
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