Aside from all the blood and the sausage, we had a pretty good weekend.

We didn’t spend the evening watching horrible horror movies – which I cannot stand, mind you. Instead, we were in the emergency room.

Sunday started off fantastic. Sunday breakfast at Nana’s, followed by a late lunch/early supper. Granted it was chicken strips, mac-n-cheese and butterbeans, but when you have to feed seven little girls and three adults, one has to choose meals easily cooked in mass quantity. I was just thankful that I didn’t have to cook it.

Aside from the food, the best part about Sunday dinners is the time spent visitin’ – you know, sitting around the patio table catching up on the week. Between work, soccer, cheerleading and sleep, there isn’t much time during the week to catch up, hence the need for Sunday dinner.

Anyway…we were done; the kitchen clean; and the kids – my three, my three nieces and a play date – were last seen playing zombies (don’t ask) in the yard and school in the house. The youngest, who is all of 4 years, elected to branch out on her own and ride her tricycle on Nana’s porch; however, she didn’t exactly let her back tire clear the step before she tumbled down.

Hence the blood – and I do mean copious amounts of blood.

Arms over legs, she landed in a heap at the bottom of the steps with the tricycle on top of her.

It was like one of those slow motion scenes on television. You know exactly what’s going to happen the split second before it does, but you can’t move fast enough to stop it.

Her mother scooped her up, and at first, I thought it was just a bad tumble.

We made it back onto the porch just as the wailing started. The six remaining girls heard the commotion, ran to see what was going on and arrived just in time to start shrieking and crying.

First off, blood and tears are not my forte. Secondly, I don’t do shrieking. I told them to sit down and be quiet, so we could get a look.

Wow. Quick-like and in a hurry, we made our way to the hospital.

Turns out, it was a 2 ½-inch gash on the back of her head that required five staples to close. Yes, five staples at the emergency room.

Let me tell you right now, there are some weird people in the ER. Weird, I tell you. I kid you not, we were in line behind a guy holding a pack of frozen sausage. I looked at my sister-in-law; she looked at me, and we tried not to laugh.

I said, “Sir, I just have to ask. I know there are a lot of people here. Did you bring dinner in case you have to stay awhile?”

He thought about it a while and said, “Might come to it. There are 20 people ahead of us.”