Gone fishing! Um, anyone have a band-aid?

"I'm not really sure what I got, actually." Apparently when Matt pointed to a particular fish at the grocery store, the guy behind the counter disappeared with the fish for several minutes before bringing it back all wrapped up. The mission was to buy a whole fish, head and tail and scales and all. Why? For Life Teen, of course. (I wish I could claim that all the weird things we do were for the sake of Life Teen, but probably not.) This particular night called for a dead fish to be passed around "hot-potato" style, with each loser having to kiss the fish before leaving the game. Turns out that what the guy behind the counter was doing was gutting the fish and removing a few scales; fortunately he left the rest of it intact. Since the fish was now rather oozy, we decided that wrapping it in plastic wrap before the game was a good idea. So we did. It was a good plan, but maybe a few more layers of plastic would have been helpful. After a few rounds, the wrap was pretty loose. Eventually, it came off all together. That in itself eliminated most of the players who were still in the game, since they didn't want to touch the fish (I don't blame them at all... it was gross). It was fun, though (since I was watching and not participating, at least).

Not wanting to waste a perfectly good (if well tenderized) fish, Matt packed it back up in the cooler and brought it home for dinner. Next mission: learn how to fillet the thing. Matt took care of this, as I refused to do it. While he was cooking up the fish and I was making some rice to go with it, I hear Matt say: "Barb... he's bleeding everywhere!" At this point, you should know that the fish was in the oven and Matt was with Henry, so it wasn't the fish he was talking about. Bleeding? Everywhere? Henry? This couldn't be good. Sure enough, when I ran over (because I probably did run), Matt had picked Henry up and there was blood all over his toys. It took us a minute to figure out where it was coming from... I was relieved to see that it was just a scrape on the back of his finger. We still don't know how it happened exactly, but we're guessing that he hit his hand on the mirror propped up by his toys (he LOVES looking at himself in the mirror, and if he's close enough he'll reach out and touch his reflection). Anyway, we put a band-aid on it and hopefully it will heal well. Henry's first boo-boo. :-(

Fortunately, the fish came out well. So did the rice. And the baby is sleeping. Whew.