Anyways, we are hanging out, talking, catching up. You know, the whole bit. They are playing. We have settled down to watch a Hayley Mills movie (Moonspinners), when I hear a horrible, blood-curdling, well-amplified scream from Zach. The sad thing is, I didn't even bother to get up out of my chair. He does have a flair for the dramatics. But then when Raef came running for me in a panic, I knew something was wrong.
I got the boys a book called Mini-Weapons of Mass Destruction. It is an awesome book, but it may have projects that include the use of an Exact-o knife. So now my awesome book, that uses very inexpensive household items, all of a sudden, in one swift movement, became a very expensive book. Zach tried to make a zombie target by himself. It did not go so well. He now knows that when he has to use an Exact-o knife, it would probably be better to do it with a parent.
So, Exacto-ly 3 hours, 5 stitches, and $150 later, I am home.