I have always been one of the those people that is facinated by blood, surgeries, and how the body works. I have not trouble giving blood for my doctor appointments and even watch the blood leave my body into the small vials. (After they poke me. I'm not that sadistic, or is it masacistic.)
Scott has always been very much the opposite. He does not like anything to do with that.
Adelle and Lilly I believe have followed in their father's footsteps.
Adelle screams at the sight of blood, hers or anyone elses. (Once Lilly had a nose bleed and Adelle was crying harder that Lilly.)
Well after getting up one afternoon (yes afternoon). I noticed Lilly in the bathroom and red stuff all over her leg and foot.
I went over to her and saw that she had picked off a small scab and was bleeding. I then proceeded to grab the first aid kit to clean her up. I placed her on a small step stool, cleaned her with alcohol, neosporined the bandaid, and bandaged the small wound.
As I was cleaning up the mess Lilly squaked as if she was going to cry and fell to the side hitting her head on the toilet. I then noticed that she was in pass out mode, eyes rolled in the back of her head, body limp, mouth doing weird things.
I proceeded to place her on her back as she came too crying "My head, my head"
My only explination is the blood. Too bad my girls couldn't follow in my footsteps. Owell we know that nursing or becoming a doctor is not in the future for these two girls.