Originally Posted by
John Bonnes
We're in Chicago, but this first leg of the trip is with the kids, so we aren't making it to Wrigley. Instead, we had a different interesting event happen.
After we arrive at our hotel, The Boy changes into his bathing suit, and stuffs his suitcase back into the bottom of the closet. There is a crash sound. I turn to see him holding his head and The Voice of Reason acting a little frantic. He's claiming he's OK (while holding back tears from his aching head).
"Can you get him a bag of ice for his head?!?" orders TVOR
"Huh? Why?"
"He got hit in the head!!," she exclaims.
"By what?"
"An iron!"
"What?!"
"AN IRON."
I grabbed the bag of ice.
At that point the boy looked a little more stunned, but couldn't help but start laughing. The whole thing was so absurd. The iron holder on the closet wall had stripped the wall screw and would lean out, sliding the iron off. While he pushed his suitcase into the closet, it fell right on his head. Fortunately, he was fine.