Why do I never have any luck with kids in shops?

We have just had the Remebrance Day long weekend. It began well enough intentioned. We went to the local Girls and Boys Club and shared a pancake breakfast to honour the nation's soldiers; both fallen and serving. After that we had to tend to a fallen soldier of our own.

We went to Ikea- a whole battleground in itself- from the tactical advancements made in order to secure one of the few remaining parking spots, without rousing the suspicions of the circling "enemy", who are looking for the same. Then there are the navigational skills required to locate possible ojects of interest....walls and walls, alleys, corridors - display after display, rack after rack of heavy artilery and inconspicous weapons of mass destruction to the credit rating. But in the end, it was one of least hostile objects that was to strike the final crucial blow, sending us panicked with bleeding wounded in our arms.

Ok, enough of the melodramas....Olivia tripped, knocked her head hard on a low TV table, blood immediately gushed from the wound sending a red river down her face. Carrying a bloodied screaming child through a shop is not the greatest feeling, nevertheless, we got her to emergency and were relieved to learn tht her wound was fairly minor. She had a large goose egg on her scalp and a small puncture wound that is now lost in her hair, but she is otherwise ok. What a relief! I know I made light of it, but we were freaked out at the time. When I pulled her hair back, immediately after the incident, so much blood was escaping from the raised area that I thought she had partially scalped herself - hence teh panicked dash to the hospital. Better to be safe than sorry I guess. The people at BC Children's were fantastic - lets hope we will never have to use them again. As for Ikea...it's not going anywhere.