Saturday morning 9:00.
Tinyelf is screaming to get out of stupid jumping contraption and to go for a nap.
Crazypixie is roaring with pain, blood is pouring from her mouth, her pyjamas are soaked in blood too and there is a puddle of it staining the tile grout.
Himself is hugging crazypixie and examining the wound while trying to talk calmly to tinyelf.
I'm lying on the floor, in just a towel, overcome by the sight of so much blood.
I was going to elaborate but let’s just leave it at that.
Suffice to say it all turned out ok in the end.
Thanks to Daddy.