So, I'm down here checking my email after seeing the Hubby off to work at a godawful hour of the morning, and I hear Da Boy crying "I'm bleeding!" So I run upstairs to find that he's got a very bloody nose. We get that all cleaned up, and now I've got him on the couch with me just in case it starts up again--because cleaning it up after it had gone for awhile? Not fun.
Darn this VERY dry Utah air.