... and a moment of reality. It's a pd day. Drove Geo up to the ski hill with his friend. Ed had a big sleep in... easy lunch... came for the drive to the hill, because he's not old 'nuf to be home alone. Afternoon for him was runescape, other games and tv. I asked him to go outside (it's beautiful outside)... he didn't want to. We negotiated a 10 minute stay on the outdoor requirement. 10 minutes go by... The world-is-ending style melt down has only just subsided. It began a half hour ago. It peaked after my second walk away and find my calm voice moment. I layed out "Get off the floor, take off your boots and spend the next 20 minutes in your room... ... do it now or I go downstairs and shut down the computer for two days. five... four... three... " He didn't want to go outside because there was nothing to do. Despite the endless list of choices I was giving him. He went out at one point... but returned a moment later. He only stopped... because his fit was interrupted by Geo's return. Suz picked him and his friend up... and brought the walking dead guy home. Scraped-to-blood slashing rakes of ouch across his whole torso side and onto his back. My input? "It's just a flesh wound... here's an bag of frozen peas... put these on it for now." :) Fun eh.