A shocking realization

My husband works in an emergency room, so dinner time table conversation in our house isn't always like other people's (or at least what I fantasize other people's is like). Instead of talking politics or educational pursuits or things more heaven-ward, most often we tend in the direction of bodily excrement and emergency medical procedures. It's kind of the norm around here and I really don't think a whole heck of a lot about it.

For instance, not long ago, my husband had one of those exciting ER days. In the 5 years since graduating from medical school, he tells me that he has only been able to use "the paddles" to restart someone's heart maybe a half a dozen times. So, on this particular exciting ER day, he was super pumped to report at our dinner table the details of how he got to use the paddles that day. For some people this may seem like an odd dinner time topic, but for us it is bread and butter--and actually electrocuting somebody is quite more benign than other possible topics. But, one must worry a bit about the effect this sort of talk has on young children when at school they have free drawing time and your 1st grader draws this: