Head Injuries

So tonight I was talking to my little sister, Hannah on the phone and it was late and Drew was not in bed yet. In fact, he was doing that thing that all little monsters do before their bedtime: running wildly through the house. Well I looked up just in time to catch the whirling dervish do a headplant righ into my glass coffee table. OUCH! It was sooo loud, that Hannah heard it on her end of the phone. Of course, immediately screams erupt and I have to quickly let Hannah go and Drew is holding his head. At this point I have scooped him up to hold him and kiss it to make it all better. Then I get a look at him and he's got a gigantic egg over his right eye with a blue stripe right down the middle (from the point of contact between head and table.) So then I had to rush to the kitchen to try and find something cold to put on it. I felt so bad for him. But it was one of those weird times when the extent of the damage LOOKS so bad that all you can do is nervously laugh. And then you feel guilty for laughing, but you can't really control it. What is up with that anyways?
So we finally get Drew settled down on the couch, relaxing and then Beau decides it's his turn. What does he do? He pulls my wooden TV tray over on himself, along with the laptop, three remotes and my drink. One of the remotes flies open and cuts his perfectly smooth and fat little cheek. He of course then starts into the hysterics. Fortunately, the injuries sustained are not near as bad as Drew's and he is comforted soon and easily with a boob.
I tell ya, these boys are working as a team. Earlier tonight, the hubby and I were making out after dinner in the kitchen and I just have this sense that we are being watched. Sure enough, I look over and both of the boys are just checking us out with the same look of "Hey, what's Dada doing to Momma?" Kev and I both started to laugh and so did the boys.
Aaaaah, life is just SO much more interesting with kids.