I sent Lucy to the bathroom after lunch to wash her hands and face.
She came out saying, “Mom, is there blood on my face?”
Before looking at her, I thought to myself, oh, she must see the residue of the strawberries she ate for lunch.
Her upper lip was bleeding, and despite a great deal of questioning, she didn’t know how. Yeah, I’ve heard that before!
Using some simple deduction including her location and the amount of time she was gone I finally asked, “Did you try to shave like daddy?
A meek, “Yes” followed.
She must have gotten it just in the right spot, cause it really wouldn’t stop bleeding and this was the result: