I was dating Carol for about a month and she was ready for me to meet her three year old son. I was nervous, wanting to make a good impression. I really liked Carol and her son was just an added bonus in my book. We were in her apartment and Jason and I were getting along great. I was playing with him and it was getting a bit rough. He was laughing and loving it and I had never been around kids before, so I didn't think much of it. Suddenly, Jason yelled out and started crying. He had fallen as we were rough housing and was now clutching his arm. A visit to the ER confirmed he had fractured his wrist. I felt just awful. So much for a good impression!
— Gabe, 33