I just came from Maddog Medic's story about Bouncing Babies and Bleeding Heads. I do like happy endings. He reminded me of episode at my house several years ago.
I left my youngest son in the care of his older brothers (then teenagers) while I was taking a shower. As I was getting dressed, the little guy started pounding on the bathroom door:
"Mom! Mom! Big brother cut himself ..........
With a sword!
There's blood everywhere!
3 big puddles!
Needless to say, I wasted NO time getting downstairs where I found.........
Not a drop of blood anywhere and the 2 older boys sitting at the kitchen table calmly discussing whether or not they needed to call 911.
I made the mistake of peeking under the dressing covering the wound. No, that injury didn't need a 911 call, but mom very nearly did. The brother who controlled the bleeding and applied the dressing is now a student in the paramedic program at our local community college. The other one is barely has a scar, despite the many sutures required to close the wound, and he's still collecting swords - but he has learned to be VERY careful with the sharp ones.
