F "hurt" himself this morning
(the most minor of scrapes, barely 1/8" in both width and length).
F:
Dadda, I hurt myself.
Me: I see that, bud. Want me to look at it?
F: No, we need to get some leeches!
Me: What? why?
F: To suck out the bad blood!!
Me: isn't that a little extreme??
Me: I see that, bud. Want me to look at it?
F: No, we need to get some leeches!
Me: What? why?
F: To suck out the bad blood!!
Me: isn't that a little extreme??
Another one of those situations where I have no idea where he gets this from...
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