It's All Fun and Games ...

You know what they say: it's all fun and games until someone puts an eye out. And that's exactly what my husband came thisclose to doing while playing with our boys.

See, they've got this game they call "Horse Scare." (WTF?) Curtis gets on his hands and knees, Colin rides on his back, cowboy-style, and they turn off all the lights and run around scaring Cameron until they're all shrieking with laughter.

So this evening they were playing Horse Scare in our bedroom. I was sitting in the living room, thanking the Lord for a few minutes of solitude holding the baby, when I heard Curtis say, "Wait a minute, wait a minute," in an urgent tone. This was followed seconds later by a shrill "I'll get you a Band-Aid!" from Colin, and a strained-sounding reply: "Just go ask Mommy for a paper towel."

I heaved my ass up out' the chair at that point, because though nobody had called me, I knew I was needed. Grabbing a paper towel, I ventured toward the back of the house. Curtis was in our bathroom, bent over the sink - which was full of blood. I mean, it looked like somebody had slaughtered a chicken or something (sans feathers, natch). And the blood was dripping steadily from somewhere on Curtis's face, but I couldn't tell where. I thought he'd broken his nose or something.

"I'm not going to pass out," he said, and I'm pretty sure he was only saying that to convince himself. Because if there was blood pouring from my face, y'all, you best believe I'm gonna be laid out cold on the floor somewhere missing the whole show.

When he straightened up, I could see that the gory mess had come from a nasty gash just above his eye. I would have bet money that it needed stitches or at least one of those butterfly-closure thingies - he pulled on his eyebrow and I could, like, see way down inside there - but it's sooo important to be manly about these things that he just insisted on a Band-Aid.

Apparently he had been "horse-scaring" and had tried to turn around in the dark, unaware that this was in his immediate path:

Yep, he busted that sucker right on the doorknob. Or some part of the fixture, anyway.

Here's the damage. I took this picture with my camera phone, and it doesn't even remotely do it justice, but you get the idea:

It looks small and harmless, but if you could see how disgustingly deep it is ... ugh. I still shudder to think. And Colin was beside himself, tears streaming down his face, crying, "My precious Daddy!" (If it had been me, he'd have probably been all, "Here's a Band-Aid, Mommy. Will you fix me some chocolate milk?")  

In true macho fashion, Curtis was up and running again within minutes after the bleeding stopped. Like nothing had ever happened. He only had one lament about the whole fiasco.

"I'm going to have a scar on my face," he said. "My perfect face."

Glad to see his ego wasn't bruised along with his eye. ;)