My parents were coming to visit my DS last Sunday. After a little playing they were planning to go out to lunch, but unfortunately, my 81 year old father tripped on uneven brick and fell. My mother and DS were with him (I was at work). It was apparently my DS who was the one who was cool-headed enough to say, "Let's go get Abba ("father"), he'll know what to do." And so they went to get my DH, who drove my Dad to the hospital. Impressed by my son's cool head in an emergency. (For those interested, baruch HaShem, my father did not break anything. He's on kumadin, so the bleeding took a long time to stop and he spent a couple of days in the hospital. He's in pain, and had to have a couple stitches, but recovery should be quick).