This one is about my mom!
When I was about 3 or 4? (young enough to be stupid, old enough to remember) I was at my baby sitter's house (crazy lady that ran a daycare from her garage) and my mom came to pick me up. Well, while my mom and the babysitter were talking, I was climbing between my mom's legs and holding onto her arms like a monkey. SHE DROPPED ME! I fell chin first on the cold, hard, concrete of the garage floor and hit my chin. It didn't really hurt, but all the sudden she picked me up, threw me in the back of the van, and rushed me to the ER. I was so confused, I didn't know what the heck was going on! I was just playing around and everyone started freaking out. Turns out I had a huge gash under my chin and blood was EVERYWHERE.
4 butterfly strips and 16? years later, I have a small scar under my chin, which I use anytime my mom won't let me have my way. Guilt Trip for Life!