Ziva had emptied the wagon of it's contents, climbed in it and then fell out of it. Hitting her face on the underpart of the handle that was not molded or rounded. It was the part with all the hard edges.
Blood everywhere. Screaming. Quite a bit of snot. I took one look at it and said lets go. I know this is sad but I wanted the smallest scar possible. So we go to the ER. Two hours later we are home. ER Dr said that he believed it was most likey superficial. More of a gash than a cut. So no stitches. He then consulted with the Plastic Surgeon on call who said we could come in the next day. We did. The Plastic Surgeon concurred with the ER Dr but said we should come in three weeks to be sure.
So that's it in a nut shell. Buy Wagon. Kid falls out of Wagon. Take kid to ER. Take Evil Wagon back to Wal-Mart.
The real sad thing is if we had had a son and not a daughter I think I would have waited it out.