Drew vs. Table

It was a Guys Night In on Thursday, as your mother pre-celebrated Jayme's wedding with the girls.

You decided to take this opportunity to plow head-first into the coffee table. I immediately grabbed you and hugged you tightly as you began to cry, realizing moments later that I was getting blood all over my shirt.

It was at this point that I really began to panic.

I scrambled through our phone list, frantically trying to figure out if I should call your mom, our pediatrician, 911 or Dr Drew. After about 30 seconds of this, I realized that you had just cut your lip a little bit and were already starting to calm down. So I wiped off your face, gave you some antibiotic and read you a book.

Now some might argue that in the Epic Battle of Drew vs. Table, you were the obvious loser, having been so terrifically bloodied. I, however, would argue that within a few minutes, you were doing fine, while it is the table that will bear the permanent scar...