Originally Posted by missjean

He *freaked* out, ran screaming down the hall way and smashed his hand right through the glass front door, shredding the palm of his hand. I very calmly took him into the bathroom, ran his hand under cold water, got a towel, wrapped his hand up, asked his sister to hold onto the towel tightly, went to the phone, told the woman who answered who I was and who I needed to talk to, but when the mother of the kids got on the phone, I lost it, blubbering away. To this day I am amazed that I was so calm in dealing with that screaming, bloody kid. But I do wish I could have held it together when I talked to the Mom -she must have been scared her to death about her kids.