"I'm Gonna Die!"

Tonight Kieran took a leap and jumped on the couch. He just so happened to jump on a pencil his brother left there and stabbed his leg.

He was screaming hysterically in the livingroom and I was in the kitchen, with no clue what he was trying to say. I asked him to come to me (not realizing he was hurt, since he is my dramatically loud kid). Well, he comes to the kitchen screaming "I'm hurt. I'm gonna die!" Seriously, at this point I can't even see where he is hurt. It just looks like he has a spot of ink on his leg. He got closer and I was able to get the full story but he just kept freaking out. "I'm going to die. I am so scared. I am super freaked out. I'm gonna die."

At this point I felt horrible but at the same time...I was trying to hide my laughter. Really child? A small pencil wound and "you're gonna die???!!" Of course it didn't help when I squeezed his leg so the blood started trickling down it (he thought it was a river) and he was sure that I was going to make him bleed to death. I explained that the blood helps get the bacteria/germs out and that was all I was doing. It was hardly any blood and I thought he would survive.

After I cleaned the blood off he took a good look at it and says "Oh, I thought it went the whole way through." REALLY? Seriously? YES! He thought that was all the pain and blood there would be if he poked it clear through his leg?

He finally calmed down and we put a Hello Kitty bandaid on it. My macho boy who HATES pink AND Hello Kitty has a pink Hello Kitty bandaid on because obviously that will keep him from bleeding to death.

He just kept saying over and over " I was so nervous I was going to die. I thought I was going to bleed to death." I asked him why he was scared he would die and he said "'Cause I would never get to move or anything."

So I said, "Well sweetie, do you think you would go to Heaven?"

"Well yeah, but it would be boring. I would have nothing to do there."

The conversation went on but fast forward to a few hours later....

As I type this I am laughing hysterically as I am relaying parts that Dave missed. Eann just piped up from the bedroom, "At least he's asleep." Oops, thought HE was asleep. Someday Kieran's going to want to kill me for this. For now can it be our secret?