Dinnertime Action

Blood streaming down his face, Silas screamed his way into the kitchen, the kind of scream that actually means something more serious. Grabbing 2 washcloths, I grabbed his head, aiming for the general area I thought the wound might be and held on. The screaming now changes to "I have to pee!" We begin towards the bathroom, too late. He is now more upset about the wet pants than anything else. I negotiate the pants off, while locating and examining the wound. It is rather small, no stitches required, thank you Lord! It stopped bleeding profusely almost immediately with the pressure. Caleb ran and got new underwear, Malachi put them on while Silas sat in my lap and I kept some pressure on. The Tribal Clan in action!