There was an attack in our home three days ago. It all started when the piece of wood flooring came up where it meets the carpet... I quickly demanded that everyone evacuate the area so as not to disturb or destroy it any further. Well, later in the evening we were hanging out in the living room together. Some were sitting on the couch some were on the floor and Aiden was spinning on all fours around the carpet area. No problems. Just a little silliness. Well, Aiden's spinning was sort of like the tasmanian devil except there was no center of gravity. There's flailing body and limbs all over. Fun times. But... then, he loses his balance, oddly enough, and does a face plant into the ground. It would not have been such a big deal if it were not for that small area where the wood was gone, leaving a small wood strip with nails sticking out of it... It was a horrible sight. The floor attacked his face leaving it bloody and scared. Five different spots, in one swift movement, were altered for a time yet to be determined. As the crying slowed and we began talking about his owies, he just couldn't bare it. He would cringe as someone would speak of the injuries. He calmly said," When you talk about my owies my brain gets all malfunctional and it sends lightning to them!"
So, please don't talk about it. He'll know!