We had a full set of injured boys the other night.
Corwin went first, stepping on a car on the stairs and gashing his foot. He screamed better than I’ve heard him before, so I think that it actually hurt. It looked bad but I was able to check it and go get a dressing before it started noticeably bleeding. So it was painful but not serious. I wrapped his foot up and put him on the couch.
Meanwhile Charles was agitating for some cake. I sent him to sit at the table while I got it ready, which he did for a moment before he stood up in his chair and starting bouncing up and down chanting “cake! cake!’. I delivered his cake and then went back to work on Corwin for a minute. Next thing I know Charles is laying on the floor clutching his head. Presumably he fell off but I didn’t hear anything.
So I put Charles on the couch with the other wounded boy, for a full couch of moaning boys.
P.S. For those worried about the poopers, Charles was running around as soon as the TV show was over. Corwin was running around like a over stimulated monkey with Jacob by the next afternoon. He’d limp, though, when he thought Mom was watching.