Part of the way through the school day today, I hear a scream from my bedroom. I run to see what happened and Andrew is standing over the sink with blood streaming down. I come to find out that he had gotten a hold of one of my husbands pocket knives and sliced his finger trying to close it. He cut it pretty deep and it took quite a while to stop bleeding enough to evaluate the damage. The cut is on the upper portion of his finger tip. He was quite serious about never wanting to touch knives again; especially the one that caused all of the pain/trouble. After dealing with the crime scene, Julia and I got back to our school work and all was well.
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