The evening ritual at our house is dinner, then we play cars or "fight" as Charlie calls it. His idea of fighting is to jump on me repeatedly until I go hide in the bathroom or Spongebob comes on.

Last night during the "fight" my attention was drawn to the TV news. Big mistake. A 50 pound 5 year old jumping from the arm of a couch will impact a cheekbone with the approximate force of a cannon ball at point blank range. The degree of swelling I endure verifies the equation.

When he landed on the body part previously known as MY FACE I yelled, something like "Ouch", or "Oh my God, please help me." Charlie ran to Grandma and tearfully told her I'd yelled at him.

Grandma came into the room where I was curled up in a fetal position. "Did you yell at him?", she growled. I tried to talk but was in to much pain. Taking this for yes, she snapped; "Don't!".

Poor Charlie. Such a trauma he suffered.