Of all the adjectives I could apply to my son -- many of them complimentary -- "tough" is not one of them. While he is constantly coming home with bruised shins, he rarely injures himself enough to draw blood. Indeed, the sight of even a tiny speck of blood on his body sends him into fits of horror.
Tonight (in a paroxysm of joy over his newly cleaned bathroom, probably) he banged his knuckles on the countertop, eliciting about one tenth of one drop of blood (if it was even that much -- I'm not convinced).
The look on his face when he saw that tiny scrape... BLOOD! he shrieked. NOOOO!!!! I'VE GOT BLOOD!
Star Trek The Next Generation
11 months ago
2 comments:
This post and the last made me LOL. Your blog is just as good as dooce! My bathroom at times is so dirty that even my 2 year olds would probably comment on it. ;-) Though they never have. But they do talk about "gunk" on the carpet. (Gunk is defined as a few Abby hairs mixed with a little carpet fuzz - that sort of concoction).
(Gunk is defined as a few Abby hairs mixed with a little carpet fuzz - that sort of concoction).
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW....GROSS
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