Back when NSalz wasn't as incredibly nice as she is now, I often had the Job of babysitting her and our younger sister. The two of them (about ages 5 and 8 at the time) were doing something wrong....up to no good as usual....and surprisingly

wouldn't listen to the loving guidance of wonderful me. A chase around the house began ... and as I was quickly gaining ground on the two hoodlums... The coffee table was pushed right in front of me. Causing a severe laceration to the area just below my knee. I bled and bled and bled and the 2 hooligans cried and cried and cried....concern for their darling big sister who was quickly becoming in need of a transfusion????? no the cry wasn't "are you ok, oh wonderful one?" it was "oh no she's gonna tell mom and dad....please don't tell mom and dad....please just say you fell...please, please, please?" Guess what....I told Mom and Dad!

I probably needed stitches, but was too busy watching the delinquents to see to getting care for my slaughtered knee.... sooo I have a scar to remember the dreadful night. Yes Tot Princess and Tot boy...I'll show you the scar!