Last night, after tucking the kids into bed, they thought they would sneak out of bed for one last plea to stay up. I was laying in my bed reading when they "sweetly" tip-toed into my room. I told them they could get one more kiss then it was time to go to bed. Allie got hers and ran back down the hall. Owen came in for his and walked slowly backwards towards the door. Then he turned around and walked right into the door frame. He bumped his head on the metal latch to the door knob. He started crying and walking over to me. That's when I saw it! A trickle of blood down his forehead. I thought I handled it rather well. I called for Jake, and he brought me a folded wet paper towel to stop the bleeding with. By now, Allie had come in and saw the blood. She was so upset for her Bubba. I took care of Owen, Daddy went and consoled Allie in her room. 20 minutes later the blood was stopped and his face was cleaned up and they were both back in bed falling asleep. What a way to end a day!
The weapon of mass destruction.