So little Jenny’s band-aided toe was fine all day – Yay! I was feeling pretty good that she didn’t need stitches after all when all – phew!!
Then I hear her little voice from the downstairs basement telling me “Mom??? My band-aid is coming off”. I respond with a “stop playing with it please… I’ll get you another one when I’m done grilling the chicken”. This whole conversation raises no red flags for me whatsoever.. silly me.
I keep grilling the chicken (have i ever told you how much i LOVE my George Foreman grill? No? We’ll i Love it very much!). Then I hear “Mooooomm…….. I need help”. I must be a slow learner because I’m still focusing on the chicken – I say back “Honey, Mommy’s got a ton on the go for dinner… can it wait a few minutes?” Her response… (you already know don’t you???) “Uh, Mom…. my toe’s bleeding again” and there you go BANG she has my attention 
I run down the stairs and – GASP – there’s blood on the carpet – and there’s my sweetie holding her toe over the toilet to keep from making a mess (in true Daddy’s Girl fashion). I grab toilet paper and start applying pressure AGAIN and secretly curse myself for not taking her for stitches last night.
This is where it gets dicey though folks ’cause, the bleeding stopped pretty quickly which was a blessing, but I had to holler up to Dear Hubby to ask him to take the chicken off the grill when the timer went off and I also requested an old towel (note to y’all – toilet paper is NOT for first-aid treatments – it sticks to the boo-boo and this isn’t good).
So down comes DH with said towel and sees the previously mentioned blood on the carpet and says, not “Oh Honey how’s your toe” OH NO! He says “Geez Jenn there’s blood all over the carpet! Sit still….”, looks at me and says some silly thing to the effect of me starting asap to get the blood out. Interesting. Men really are strange creatures.
I have a side note here though that the blood came out SUPER easy thanks to our friend Paul who knew just what to do – add a scoop of Oxy Clean to hot water in a dish and dab and rub – almost instantly came out! Now all I need to worry about is how on Earth Paul knew how to get blood out of carpet …. hmmmm