Bloody Sunday

Earlier tonight, Dave and I left Ben downstairs watching White Christmas for a few minutes while we chatted upstairs. Stupidly, we also left a sharp knife that had been used earlier to cut summer sausage for crackers.  Ben calmly walked upstairs to come tell us "Look at this stuff on me".  He looked like he had walked out of some action and adventure movie.  His hand and bare chest were covered with this dark red liquid.  He was so matter of fact it took us a minute to realize it was blood.  We panicked for the minute it took me to wipe off the blood and discover that the source was just a small cut on his finger, albeit one that was doing a lot of bleeding.  Lesson learned about leaving Ben alone near sharp objects.  And Dave didn't faint - so we'll count that as a success.