I'll keep this one short, because I don't want to totally embarrass a certain little boy that I know.
We can all laugh about it now, including him, but at the time IT WAS NOT FUNNY!
Sometime in the middle of last December, he was walking on the backyard path on his way home from school. I thought that he was singing his "moose song" really loud. It turns out that he was screaming for me. When he got closer, I saw the fear and pain on his face. And then, I saw the blood and freaked out.
Moments of crying and soothing follow. And then he says (the best that he could, with a lisp)...
"I sthuck ma tongue to a fwozen pole to sthee if it's twue! It is! Damn YOU, Cwistmas Sthory!".
Another childhood lesson learned.
(Oh, and if you decide that you want to try it, all you have to do to get your tongue to heal quickly is to saltwater rinse for a few days. Good as new.)