Pierce is BLEEDING! You gotta come quick...

Ah, the house is silent, the boys are outside playing. Then the door flies open,
"MOM! PIERCE IS BLEEDING! HE FELL IN THE BLACKBERRIES! YOU GOTTA COME FAST."

Naturally, I FLY out out of the house envisioning worse case scenario...then there's Pierce, standing in the driveway with Evan and Pierce has a DOT of blood on his fingertip. My heart is racing, the adrenaline has kicked in for THIS!? THIS is bleeding? So we wash it off, but a bandage on for show, and all is well.

Then I tell Evan, "The next time you yell like that and tell me someone is BLEEDING, I want to see it dripping to the ground." Don't scare me kid!