I started this blog post about a month ago when this story happened, but am just now taking the time to finish writing it and post it.
The other day, Marcus was home in the early afternoon, and he let me sneak upstairs for a little catnap before dinner. Lydia had been up a lot the night before, and I was exhausted so I fell right to sleep. About 45 minutes later, I woke up in a panic, but had no idea why. I rushed downstairs and saw nothing immediately alarming: Marcus was sitting at the computer, Lydia was playing on the floor behind him, the door from the play room to the garage was open...wait a minute! Just as I was wondering why that door was open and where the boys were, Caleb rushes through that very door saying, "Daddy, Ethan is playing with a big knife in the garage and there is blood coming out of him!" (So that's why I woke up in a panic!)
Marcus sprung out of the computer chair and we both rushed into the garage to find 3 1/2-year-old Ethan sitting on the garage floor, playing with a box cutter and bleeding from three fingers. He looked up with a guilty smile and said, "It doesn't hurt. It really doesn't hurt," in the same soothing tone that we usually use for him when he gets hurt. He saw our panicked-changing-to-angry faces and made his own switch to a logical appeal: "But Daddy, you are a doctor and you can fix me! Don't worry, you can just fix the bleeding!" And that is exactly what Daddy did: cleaned him up and sealed him up with Band-aids while I put the box cutter back in the tool box and put the toolbox on the highest shelf in the garage. I think Daddy and I are in agreement now about the boys playing in the garage unsupervised :)
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