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Blood Spatter

Grumpy has had the occasional nose bleed due to the dry air here in Southern Colorado. It is usually quite the gusher and he always has blood all over himself by the time we make it to the bathroom.

About a week ago, he had a nose bleed, but this time his nose looks like a piece of raw meat. It is not healing as fast as I would hope and the littlest thing will set it off again and he is running to get a tissue.

Today, I have had a very whiny and grumpy Happy. He woke early and has been fighting off sleepiness all day. Well, 5pm rolls around and Happy is ready to crash. Put that together with Grumpy sneezing on him, and you have a recipe for a meltdown.

This wasn't just any normal kind of sneezing. When your kid sneezes on another kid, you have the normal outraged voice followed by, "Eeeuuu! Gross!" But, your kid is able to move on with minimal affrontedness.

Due to Grumpy's raw meat for a nose, his sneeze involved blood spatter. Happy was in the vicinity of said sneeze.

I was nursing Sneezy when Happy came to me with splatters of blood on his shirt and arm. He was holding out his arm and said, "Grumpy got blood on me!" I didn't immediately understand what had happened. I was quite disgusted with my second-born and confronted him.

"Grumpy! You threw blood from your nose onto Happy? That's not nice!" I huffed. Grumpy clarified the situation. "No, Mom! I sneezed and it accidentally got on Happy," he was quick to inform me.

With light dawning on my face, I turned to Happy with a "I feel sorry for you look", stuck out my lower lip and said, "Aaahh" in sympathy. That's when Happy's face crumpled and he pitifully began to wail all the while holding out his arm in disgust.

I demanded a washcloth from Grumpy and sympathetically wiped the blood off of Happy's shirt and arm. Methinks Grumpy needs to learn to cover his face when he sneezes.

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