Today had a sudden and tragic end to what should have been a good hour of gymnastics. Five minutes in, Jack asked to go to the bathroom, and off he went. Somehow, on the way back, he decided to run backwards for a bit in the hallway. Apparently he whacked the back of his head on a hinge that was sticking out of the archway (for the doors that are no longer there.) So suddenly I’ve got a hysterically crying boy with blood gooping out all over his hair, his neck, the back of his shirt… just blood EVERYWHERE. Helpful people help me wash it out anda calm him down, then we head over to our pediatrician’s office, which (conveniently enough) is about 4 blocks away. By that point the wound had closed up on its own, so no stitches.
But seriously — running backwards? Door hinges? I tried and failed to explain this to people many times that day.