Okay. Connor had to go potty and he raced into Papa's bathroom to do his business. Papa went to check on him and Connor was doing a little bit of bleeding. Papa is just about in a panic. It's too much blood and it is oh so bright. That's good. Means it is close to the end. My guess is the little man is a little constipated and got a little tear in the mucosa lining. Yes I will watch for more, but it isn't anything to panic about right now.
Then I needed to vacuum out my car. Papa informs the kids that unless they are dressed and in shoes they can't help because they might get electrocuted. Say what? So they get dressed and then Papa comes out almost yelling that if I don't have shoes for Connor in the car he can't help me. Guess Papa was using a tool with a bad cord a couple of weeks ago and he got zapped. Now what that has to do with shoes I don't know. He said he is trying to teach them something and there is a principal involved. Yeah whatever. We still aren't putting on shoes when we vacuum at home.
All of this in a twenty minute period. Paranoid?
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