We woke up over Winter Break to find Colin on the couch with blood on his shirt. I asked him what happened, and he explained that he woke up with a bloody nose. But then he told me, quite proudly, that he had used tissue to clean his face and hands, and even washed his hands and used a water to clean off the rest of his face. I walked away so proud of him. He took care of it! I didn't have to do anything!
Then I walked into the bathroom.
There was so much blood, but I am glad that it was only on tissues and easily-cleaned surfaces. I called him in there, but all I could do was laugh. How could you not? He was so proud!
And just so you know, the couch that holds tissues was a gift from a Thai friend. I hope she sees it!
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