Jacob, wallowing on the floor of the hall: "Mommy, I need you!"
Mommy: "What's wrong, Jacob?"
Jacob, whimpering: "I broke my arm . . . and I'm bleeding."
Mommy, sympathetically: "Oh, no." She attempts to examine the injury.
Jacob: "No, don't look at it." Then, perking up he says, "Can I have a Pop Tart?!"
(By the way, the "bleeding" was from a terribly melted Spiderman popsicle. Jacob is a slow eater even on the rare occasion he actually likes what he is eating!)
A co-worker of ours eats a pop tart every morning. Not a pack of pop tarts.... he saves one for the next morning. Maybe it helps stop his bleeding.
ReplyDeletewooo boy!