Kids do such funny things. Adults are not funny this way.
My friend’s daughter, Grace, once got a bloody nose at our house. Upon announcing it, Kyler paused his video game and Mae dropped what she was doing to crowd around her and get a better look. Bloody noses are not scarce around here, yet their interest seems to grow with each one. Once Grace’s nosebleed came to a halt, they all sat around and reminisced about the great times they’ve had with their own bloody noses. There was much laughter, and later (upon speaking of a favorite shirt lost to a bloody nose), much emotion.
As adults, we hide such things. Blood spewing from the nose is no longer interesting. We do not feel the need to run into the middle of a crowd with blood dripping down our faces and point at our noses saying, “Look, everybody!” People do not surround us and ask if it hurts, if we’ve had one before, or if we need more toilet paper.
I personally like a little attention when something is amiss with me. Good thing I have kids around to show interest in my pain. It makes getting hurt much more bearable.
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