...blood

Sister is turning into a champion walker. I can't think of when I've last seen her crawl. She toddles around the house at a slow pace, often with her left hand holding up her shirt and her right hand petting her tummy.

She sometimes loses her balance, spins 180 degrees, and falls onto her back. She wails. 

A few days ago, she was standing near the toy bench in the living room and took a tumble. She wasn't prepared (usually the case), and she bit her tongue on impact. Oh boy did it bleed! Poor thing...she cried and cried. 

As I was dabbing the blood from her mouth with a bit of paper towel, Sam came into the kitchen to observe. He saw the blood, looked shocked and grew pale, and ran away. A few seconds later he came creeping back, and he said softly: "Mama, did sister crack her head open?"

BA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!

That's what we always warn Sam about when he's doing something dangerous. "Don't jump on the couch! You'll fall and crack your head open!" He was sure that's what he was witnessing!