chess anyone?

Last night we brought our youngest to the ER with a gash on her forehead. She ran headlong, tripped and fell, and cut her head. Lots of blood and tears later I held her hand as she was being sewn up by a plastic surgeon. This experience confirms two things for me. One the sport for our children will have to be chess. Two, I am going back to the Johnny Cochrane method of parenting, "if you hit you must sit" now will have to have a companion saying for running in the house. Maybe "if you run you'll have no fun?" Nah, but I really don't want to go through that again.