"Damn!" I said, and hurried to check him out."Damn!" I said, and hurried to check him out. As it turned out, the cut was very small and looked far worse than it actually was. I glared at Kelli as I was calming Jeff and cleaning the cut with a paper towel. "I didn't do anything," she said, indignantly. "Sh-sh-she pushed me down!" Jeff said, sobbing. "Nuh-uh! Did not!" Her voice was high and frantic. She'd done it, of course. The kids did that `did not, did too, did not' thing for about a minute until I bellowed for them to shut up. Jeff looked good as new once I got the blood out of his hair. I could not even find the cut anymore. They went running off to do more damage and I cleaned the spatters off the kitchen floor, swearing to myself. Before I could even get back to the TV room I heard another thump, and more crying. This time it was Kelli who was the victim. Jeff had obviously tripped her as she was running up the wide carpeted stairs. She was laying in a heap on the tile at the foot of the stairs, crying and holding her knee. |