Metal head

Last Friday we sat down to watch the Olympics as a family on our little sofa.  Scott is an Olympics super fan and his enthusiasm had spilled out of his heart onto Trevor and Joel.  When enthusiasm spills onto our 5 and 7 year old they don't sit down.  They run around.  Sometimes they get giggly and chase each other around. That happened.
That night Trevor chased Joel into their room but slipped on the hardwood and hit his head on the striker plate.  I knew he was hurt bad because he doesn't cry about much but was crying this time.  His pain tolerance seems ridiculously high to me.  When I hugged him and saw the blood on my hands and the curved cut, we decided to take him in for stitches. Before he left with Scott he said, "Please don't watch the Olympics without me! Please!"
When I tell anyone who knows him how it happened, the response is the same as mine: "Really?  Of all the things he does?"  I'm thankful his first accident trip to the urgent care was so minor. 
Three little staples are in right now.  He gets them out on Friday.  He can't wait, because there isn't any helmet that doesn't push on those staples and cause pain and he wants to go out and jump on his scooter.