I took the boys out to Columbia to take pictures for a project–the one sunny day I would be free for the whole next week. After snapping two, Mr. Daredevil jumped onto a diamond-plate platform, or tried anyway, and hit the edge, slicing deep into his shin. He insisted on staying, which I am sure was driven by the desire for the Fun-Dip I had promised as a bribe and to delay the cleaning of the wound. But the session was ruined for the real purpose. I did get some great shots of all the drama, and yes, I felt bad because I know it really hurt!