I'm cleaning up the dishes after dinner.
James is not home because he is helping a friend move.
Ella is sick, but finally sleeping.
The boys are outside playing "peacefully".
Josiah runs inside the house; "Micah is bleeding!"
I throw the rag in the sink and run outside to see what happened.
Micah is crying loudly (and completely naked, of course….sigh).
Screaming over a little drizzle of blood from a cut on his knee.
I bring him inside and set him on a chair.
I dab the blood away and pull out the first aid kit.
Micah breaks into hysteria.
"I don't love band aaaaiiiiidddd!"
"I don't love it!"
Apparently this kid has developed a deep hatred of bandaids.
I couldn't stop laughing.
He was so dramatic I had to capture the moment.
This is my life.