CRACK...it's a homerun...

Oh, no wait...it's Zoë's head.

Jason had one of my old whittling sticks. He knows full well he's not allowed to hit anyone, much less anything, with it. Nevertheless, into the office comes Zoë, forehead bleeding. (Don't worry, it's not as bad as you're picturing.)

Bonny - "Zoë, what's wrong? Did you fall and hit your head?"
Zoë - "WHAAAAAA!!!"
Bonny - "Did you hit your head? Show me what you hit your head on?"
Zoë - "WHAAAAAA!!!"
[They head to the front room. Jason is there also crying (probably because he knew he was fixing to be in trouble).]
[Zoë goes over and points to the whittling stick. (just to give you and idea; about twenty inches long and one inch in diameter)]
Bonny - "JASON! Did you hit Zoë with that?"
Jason - "Whaaaaahuhu nooooohohoho."
Bonny - "Zoë, did he hit you with that?"
Zoë - "Whaaaaahaha yeeeeeeeshesheshes."
Bonny - "Jason, did you hit her?"
Jason - "Whaaaaahuhu yeeeeshesheshes."
Bonny - "Was it an accident?"
Jason - "Whaaaaahuhu yeeeeshesheshes."
Zoë - "Whaaaahaha purpuhuhuhuse."
Bonny - "Jason, did you do it on purpose?"
Jason - "Whaaaaahuhu yeeeeshesheshes. Zohohee hit me with a boohoohoohook."
Bonny - "Zoë, did you hit Jason with a book?"
Zoë - "Whaaaahaha, Jahason hihit my head."
Bonny - "Did you hit Jason with a book?"
Zoë - "Whaaaahaha, yeeeeeshesheshes."

So, the Donatello stick is in the garage, and they've both been talked to and otherwise punished. The story above may have sufferred in translation, but it is close. I think we may have to draft a helper or two to give Bonny some relaxation time, especially when the surgery comes around, but probably before hand too. I speak from experience; surgery when well rested is far happier than surgery when exhausted.

-J