Apparently we can't go to one of Rich's hockey games without me maiming our son in the time between when Rich leaves and we get there. Last time Ian fell and gave himself a big bruise. Today, I cut his lip with my fingernail trying to get him in the car seat (my hand slipped tightening the straps) and then he fell in the parking lot and bloodied his nose. So he looked like he was one of the hockey players.