Monday: Conal lunged face-first into the couch, landing on his mouth. His bottom front teeth ripped up his bottom lip. Blood gushed out of his mouth. He was like a little toddler fountain of blood.

Tuesday: Conal found a wire hanger and thought it would be fun to walk around the house with the hook part in his mouth. When I noticed this and told him to take it out of his mouth, he did. But he dragged the hook across the inside of his cheek as he did so, cutting his cheek. Blood trickled out the side of his mouth.

Today: No blood! Sure, the day is not over yet but the bloody events of the last two days occurred before lunch so I’m feeling pretty optimistic.