While I was cleaning up the supper dishes, I heard my four-year-old daughter start screaming from upstairs, “I’m bleeding. I’m bleeeeeding!” I have heard this countless times.
“It’s probably just a scratch,” I said to my husband. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone running to find her holding a finger up and squeezing it as hard as she could in hopes that maybe I’d give her a Band-Aid.
Well, I ignored her until I heard my six-year-old daughter also screaming, “She is! She is bleeding!” I ran up the stairs, and when I got within view, I too screamed. There was blood everywhere. She was bent over. I didn’t know what I was going to find when I lifted her head. Thankfully, it was just a nose bleed. I think tomorrow I’ll read her the story about the little boy who cried wolf.
Oh My! I remember this happening to Andrea once at school! Wow. I love though how you can take a bad, scary situation like this and still leave the reader laughing. haha She should definitely hear the story about the boy who cried wolf! haha Love it!