A few weeks ago, Mommy had finished working out and noticed drops of blood all over the kitchen floor. Not knowing where it was coming from she checked herself out and then started checking me. There was blood all over my shirt but she still couldn't see where it was coming from. Finally upon closer inspection she discovered that I had cut the end of my finger. With what you might ask? GOOD QUESTION! To this day we still have no idea what I sliced my finger on. But I was so brave! No crying, no screaming, and no passing out! Mommy was able to get the bleeding stopped and made me a special bandage that did the trick and my finger is all better. Here is what I looked like afterwards.
OK, maybe it hurts just a little.
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