|I will paint your face with my blood!!!|
While I was finishing up my last blog post, I asked Bubba to take Ben in the back yard and play with him. He agreed, after picking out his "hobbit" outfit for tomorrow's school project.
Right about the time I hit "publish", Bubba carried a screaming, bleeding Ben inside. OMG, that kid can bleed. If there's an Olympic event for bleeding, I think we're a shoe-in. And it's not just that he can bleed a lot...he can get artistic with it. He did some Jackson Pollock in our kitchen, and then he gave me a good looking over. Quite deliberately, he put his finger in some arterial blood and then smeared it across my cheeks. Then he took a little venous blood and built some sort of artistic statement across my forehead.
He's fine...stop worrying, Mom. We've had a bath and are on track for bed time.
BTW, have y'all seen Dexter? No reason (Mom, don't watch that show).