Flour, sugar and staples in your head

Last Thursday, Sam decided that it would be fun to try to swing from the door of the jelly cupboard in our kitchen. In his own words, "I tried to swing on the door."

"You did what?"

I just stood up on the chair and grabbed the door. Then I took one foot of the chair and then I just letted go."

This is what happened when he "letted go".

I know that it could have been much worse than a big mess and three more staples in his head. However, after three hours in the ER, cleaning this up was the very last thing I felt like doing. Five pounds of sugar, five pounds of flour, a broken planter, two broken canister lids, a broken picture frame and a jar of spaghetti sauce and a whole bunch of canned goods splattered with blood...

(In case anyone is keeping track, this was our second set of staples in 8 weeks. I'm pretty sure, we will get a social worker if it happens again.)