Kids bleed at the worst possible moments. They also pick their nose no matter how many times you tell them not to.
Example, today I was trying to install Facebook Chat while leaning over Tobiah who was sitting in the desk chair. Next thing I know, he screams "MOMMY, I'M BLEEDING!" at which point I look down and there is a puddle of blood on the chair next to him. I scooped him up, got a rag for his nose, then gave the same lecture I have given about a dozen times over the last month-fingers do not go in our nose. They give our nose owies.
Best part? He did not get a drop on his clothes, but covered both my hand and arm...
