On evil Playmobil plots and bloody head wounds

What happens when the posse of farm boys are cooped up for a day of heavy rainfall while their mother haltingly attempts to make headway on her Perpetually Unfinished Projects? An alternate Playmobil world called "Cruel Fathers" is created, along with film shorts depicting all manner of bizarre incidents. Children who fall off cliffs into traps. Girls innocently watering flowers who are attacked by wolverines and sprayed by skunks. Boys who are decapitated upon entering the den of swords. Trees that fall on picnicking families. And so on. This is what happens when you raise your children with creative, European toys. Ahem.

Later, due to incessant noise levels, the film studio closes, its filmmakers forced to go outside and feed calves and milk cows. But the hours of outdoor work and play don't diminish the energy levels, as evidenced later in the evening when the 6 year old runs out of the living room, tripping in the process, thereby cutting open his head on a sharp corner and sporting a bloody head wound. (Fodder for "Cruel Fathers", perhaps?)

No worries, though. Our 14+ year record of never visiting the emergency room is still intact. Where other people go in for stitches and butterfly bandages, we choose the "wind strips of a torn pillowcase around the head" route. And then we watch Mr. Bean's Holiday. Again. And people stumble over the Playmobil set on the way to bed and blame one another for not putting anything away. Again. And then a new day dawns and the Perpetually Unfinished Projects are ~ whaddya know?! ~ still unfinished. Again.

Life. It's not for the faint of heart.