So, instead of freaking out like I wanted to, I was calm and simply asked what happened. As it turns out, there was a three man crash at the bottom of a hill, and some tears, and three pretty decent cases of ice rash. All the scratches and scrapes on Logan's face were small, but there were a bunch of them. I made him a warm bubble bath and put as much lavender as he would let me on his face while he soaked. Then he and I fixed two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie. This is the part of having two boys, the inevitable injuries over the next 17 years, that I'm going to hate.
The rest of the afternoon was pretty low key.