Caleb has been crying a lot lately. Over every little thing. When he got sick last week, I figured that would be it. He'd be done. But apparently, he was sort of a fan of his regression and has kept up the constant crying over everything and nothing.
So, it's possible that when I heard him crying last night when he was supposed to be upstairs brushing his teeth, that I wasn't quite as sympathetic as I should have been. I did not jump as soon as he started crying, anyway.
But when I heard the word "blood" I started moving FAST! He was standing at the sink, with a bloody tissue over his upper lip. He was crying too hard to explain, but then I realized what had happened.
Caleb had spotted J's razor and decided to try shaving. I didn't really have to say anything other than "Have you learned a lesson?"
Caleb responded with a weepy, "YES!!" and then a wimpery "Can I have a band-aid?"
I will admit that the band-aid placement was exceedingly cute, and I was a little sad when he took it off this morning.