Yes, that was the big question in our house last weekend. We were finishing up dinner and I noticed a small red spot on the floor (but from where I sat it looked like ketchup- and since ketchup is a major food group at our house, I didn't think much about it) I figured I'd wipe it up when I wiped up the table. B and I sat in the kitchen trying to decide where to go on vacation this summer and the kids all played some kind of tag upstairs (on an aside note- we really have to move someplace where the winter cold means 50 degrees or above)
I go upstairs and realize there little red "ketchup" spots on every step, up and down the hallway, in every bedroom and the playroom. So I stop the game of tag and say "who's feet are bleeding?" and they all say "not me" (that darn "not me" causes all kinds of trouble).
They also all look at me like I have lost my mind until I start checking feet and sure enough, A has a cut on the bottom of his foot that is continuing to bleed. We have no idea what he did, he has no idea what he did or when it happened.
He has a large band-aid.
I have clean carpets.
So apparently it was sort of a win win.
I go upstairs and realize there little red "ketchup" spots on every step, up and down the hallway, in every bedroom and the playroom. So I stop the game of tag and say "who's feet are bleeding?" and they all say "not me" (that darn "not me" causes all kinds of trouble).
They also all look at me like I have lost my mind until I start checking feet and sure enough, A has a cut on the bottom of his foot that is continuing to bleed. We have no idea what he did, he has no idea what he did or when it happened.
He has a large band-aid.
I have clean carpets.
So apparently it was sort of a win win.
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