I was on my way to the beach with my family and my brother was 3 and I was 7. We stayed overnight at my cousin’s on the way to the ocean. She is the same age as me but we were forced to include my little brother in our playing. We made up a game in their partially unfurnished wood floored living room where two people hold a big blanket & the other third person runs full steam ahead towards it & jumps/falls against the blanket. Well, my cuz & I decided it would be “funny” to hold the blanket loosely when my brother ran at it & then let it go when he got to it, so he ended up falling instead of bouncing off it. We didn’t anticipate his busting his chin open on the wood floor. (Guess you don’t think through things when you’re 7). He had to get stitches that night at the ER and then the next day we arrived at the ocean–which is full of SALT WATER. Maybe not the best first beach experience for my little bro.

Oh yeah. 4 year old daughter fell out of bed, landed on her toybox. Didn’t think anything of it.

I picked her up a few days later and she was screeching like a banshee. Me? Let her walk around with a broken collar bone for several days!