Grazed knees and bruises are all part and parcel of childhood, but yesterday we had an awful moment playing in a friend's garden when Z fell over and cut his head. Badly. On a paving slab. Suddenly there was blood everywhere and that awful sense of alarm you feel when your child is hurt. We took Z to the Children's A&E where he was seen really quickly and the cut was glued together (no stiches). Z was greatly cheered by the helium balloon he was given when we left hospital and today he seems to have forgotten all about it, one of the benefits of being 3, I guess.