He stood on the arm of one of our chairs, toppled it over and crashed hard enough to break off the wooden arm. But that's not what hurt him.

His sister then picked up the splintered wood and swung it around in a circle, clocking him to the side of his right eye. He came down the stairs with blood dripping. Luckily Ed was over here and we patched him up quickly with a butterfly.

We are all ready for a new week.