A little sidetracked this weekend when we spent part of Sunday in the Kaiser emergency room. Preston's bike jumping days should be behind him, at least until the stitches in his elbow come out. You can guess it's going to be pretty bad when your kid starts a sentence with, "Now don't freak out..."

Of course both the Intern and the Physician were younger than me, but thank God they had the good sense not to sag their pants. I will officially throw in the towel when doctors greet me with "Yo, wassup". But those days are less than a generation away.

Preston's fine, of course, and the stitches - all 5 of them - come out in ten days.