The Maiming 2 – the sequel

We were standing over a spot in the livingroom carpet having a discussion.

“What is that?” My Honey asked me.

I stared at it with a wrinkled nose. “Maybe soy sauce?” Don’t ask me why it would be reasonable for there to be a soy sauce stain on my living room carpet. It’s not reasonable. It’s not ok. It is, sadly, possible.

“I think it’s blood.” said the Informer, my eldest child, the girl, the one who knows everything and feels it’s her duty to share her knowledge.

“Me too,” her father corroborated.

Let me remind you as a reasonable explanation of the events of yesterday. There was a maiming of the youngest child, The Bandit, the boy, the one who causes the trouble the Informer is so delighted to share.

When I asked him to tell me again the story of how the dog knocked him into a rock and tore open his knee, he explained how he walked home from around the corner after the incident and didn’t even realize that there was a cut that was pouring down his leg. I find this plausible because he is, after all, my child and there have been more than one occasion that I didn’t even realize I was wounded until it was brought to my attention. He told how he went to the bathroom and discovered the blood. That, apparently, was when the grand freaking-out occurred. It also explains how there was blood in the living room. I was assured by a wide-eyed husband that he’d already cleaned up copious amounts of blood.

“It looked like a slaughter,” he told me. He shook his head like the survivor of a horror movie.

Still, I’ve found blood in the kitchen. I’ve got the shower curtain and the bathroom rug in the washing machine.

“Jesus, did he open a vein?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” My Honey shook his head. “It was everywhere.”

Seriously, there was three stitches. I can’t even imagine how bad it could have been. I can’t stop envisioning a scene from Carrie.