You and Simon each have two children: your daughter is 9 and your son is 10. It was a relatively warm day. Simon was tidying up the car, your son was playing with his ball on the grass in front of the porch, and your daughter, wearing a helmet and protective gear, was trying out her new skateboard near the stairs, in case she needed to hold onto the railing. You were carrying the laundry out to hang it up. You were walking slowly down the stairs and didn't see the skateboard. You slipped on it and fell briefly on the floor. Simon looked up and walked over to you. Your Daughter said a quick "Mommy, are you okay?" and your son looked at you. You shook your head slightly and started to go inside. Your daughter wanted to follow you and apologize, but Simon stopped her.

"Stay here" he says curtly, looking at your daughter. He gestures slightly toward the couch on the porch. "Sit on the couch for a while." Simon looks at your children and exhales. "Mommy just really got hurt, she might have to go to the hospital." He exhales and continues looking at your children. "You guys keep leaving toys on the sidewalk in front where everyone walks." He slowly sits down on the steps and turns slightly toward your two children. "I need you guys to listen to me when I tell you things, so Mom doesn't get hurt, and so you don't get hurt, okay?" Your two children nod their heads, listening to their father. Simon nods and heads inside.