As I write this entry my wife, Mother-in-law, and Andrew (our youngest) are at a local emergency room.
Apparently while I was running an errand and my wife was doing some yard work our three children were jumping on beds playing monsters or something –did I fail to mention that the two older ones were suposed to be doing homework.
Anyways, in the process of their non-sanctioned play Andrew jumped from the bed and hit his chin on the bedframe of Becket’s bed.
How does that children’s poem go??? “3 Little monkeys jumping on a bed, one feel off and broke his head….” Hmmmm, I never thot that a nursery rhyme would turn prophetic in my house.