We had our first brush with a kid emergency on Sunday night. Lane stepped on the 11-year-old beagle's tail who, in response, yelped and nipped at his face. Paul rushed him to the emergency room where he had two stitches. The next day he had a shiner like someone gave him a black eye (or pink, in this case). He's fine and animal control came by (doctors, by law, are required to report animal bites).

B. Dodger (dog) is in in-house quarantine for 10 days with a follow up in 5 days. Lane is fine and no longer in pain. Swelling has gone down a bit.

Paul was putting Shelby to bed and she put her bunny (her friend since she was a year old) in front of his face for him to kiss. Paul joking said, “Ow! Bunny bit me! Call animal control!”

Shelby non-challantly responds, “Bunny is always nice to Grandpa.” How's that for feeling old?

Paul told me the story and we heartily agreed that we don't want to think about grandparenthood when we're about to re-enter babyhood.