The pen is mightier

Today I took Giulia and Paloma to lunch at our neighborhood trattoria, da Emilio. The place is usually jam-packed with office workers and we inevitably see the same customers. It's a casual place, nothing fancy with just good ol' casareccio (homestyle) cooking. As we were sitting there swapping stories, I noticed Paloma had a bandaid on her chest near her neck. I asked her what happened and she pointed to Giulia. Giulia immediately gave me the look of dread - "You're going to make me go home when you hear what I did." It turns out she got angry at her sister, lost her temper and threw a pen at her. The pen struck Paloma in the neck, drawing blood. These are the times in parenthood when I want to pull down the blinds and close shop.