Bells seized an opportunity to go to a movie with a friend after work, so I was happy to oblige and pick up the kids from nursery today. As I walked into The Gardens, a form was thrust at me requiring my signature. C has taken a tumble, put a good goose bump on his forehead, and the staff wanted to alert me. An un-noticed sign of what was to come. Soon after we all got home, C and D decided it would be fun to race from the book room down the hallway. We set a long ribbon across the hallway with tape to mark the finish line. After a few warm up sprints, D tripped. This resulted in a bloody nose. While I tended to her, C removed the tape and loosely wrapped the ribbon around the banister about chest height. Next thing I know, C is sprawled out on the hallway floor crying, having clotheslined himself on the ribbon in a sprint. So, I've got D dripping blood and tears all over my shoulder. I'm trying to reassure C that he actually hasn't broken his neck. And I'm sneez