Feeling gravity's pull

Yesterday we spent the afternoon at our home away from home, CHEO, after Henry took an unfortunate leap off the staircase and faceplanted on the radiator, leaving him with a bloody, swollen nose. Considering what happened, the damage he did to himself was quite minimal, an if it had been a weekday we probably would have just taken him to the doctor rather than the emergency room. But we wanted to be sure he was fine. Of course, since he obviously wasn't hurt badly, we ended up waiting for almost four hours to see a doctor. What a way to spend one of the few warm, sunny Saturdays we've had in the past few weeks. When it was all over, Henry said, "I had fun at the hospital." Great. There goes the effectiveness of our, "if you keep doing [whatever dangerous stunt he's pulling at the moment], you're going to hurt yourself and we'll have to go to the hospital" threat. We have so few weapons. . .

On a happier note, my parents arrived yesterday for a 10-day visit. We're about to head out to the Farmer's Market at Lansdowne Park. Fun times.