ME: (recovering from fit of laughter and clutching side of head, where red welt may or may not have been appearing) I’m too tired to write about that tonight, but I think I’ll get to it tomorrow.

HIM: Oh good, I’ll get a good night’s sleep before being arrested.

ME: You won’t get arrested.

HIM: I might.

ME: You didn’t do anything illegal.

HIM: Still.

ME: But it was funny! I would write it funny.

HIM: (raises one eyebrow)

ME: I could make it sound funny.

HIM: (again with the eyebrow thing)

ME: Oh, all right. I won’t blog about it.

So I can’t tell you about the minor injury I may or may not have sustained after the children went to bed last night.

There may or may not have been irresponsible use of cloth-covered bendy sticks that snap together in an ‘x’ over a blanket to make a baby gym. It is possible, though I cannot confirm, that when one or more adults in this household saw the sticks, unsnapped and flattened out, the obvious and immediate thought that sprang unbidden into the mind(s) of said adult(s) was, “Fencing!”

What happened after that, if any of this happened at all, explains why we have a “no sticks in the house” rule. Which the children all follow.