Playtime started out well. Another boy over while the Sharkbait took his nap. All three older boys were quiet. Baby wakes up, all kids go outside to play. Moose tells me they are playing Indians. Bear is a dead Indian that needs to be moved. All is well. I step inside for a moment to cut chicken and marinade it for dinner.
Than.... A yell "MmmmmmmAaaaaaaaa" Moose is bleeding.
I went running to find THIS:
Moose asked me to take a picture of his first bloody nose. He said he tripped over Bear when he was trying to put him in the pile of dead Indians.
I told him to be careful next time he had to move dead Indians. He was fine and went back to playing. The great thing about my boys, they only are hurt for moments.
Stacy has some great pictures of playtime that dont' involve blood.