Then, as Skeezix leapt off her chair to see how the photo turned out she fell over the castle they’d left on the floor. She got one of those scrapes like when a razor goes awry → it peeled off a layer of skin. You know the kind. It doesn’t bleed at first. When she first tripped, I tried to ignore it and tried to make a big deal over showing her the picture I took. But she had this high pitched “ouch ouch, oh ouch, ouch” thing working, so I looked. I recognized it, scooped her up and tried to get her to the bandaids before the blood came. I carried her to my bathroom with the “good” bandaids and bacitracin. And the blood started.

As I was preparing the bandaid she looked and said,