Zack came running in from outside today, crying about a “huge” bleeding cut on his foot. Upon closer inspection, it was a tiny scratch and there wasn’t any blood. But he was carrying on about it, saying how he needed a Band-Aid. Since I was in the midst of cooking dinner, I told him to go upstairs and get himself one.
He came back down, no longer crying, and showed off the bandaging job he had done. Little did I know he needed to cover most of his foot for this massive injury!
