Blood

Jacob and Adam both had their well checks today. Jacob had to have his finger pricked and blood collected. He was such a big boy. He didn't even cry! The band-aid was the part that bothered him the most. He immediately wanted it off. After we got home he asked me to take the band-aid off. After I removed the band-aid, the conversation went like this:

J: that feels better now.
M: now that the band-aid is off?
J: no, now that all the blood is out of my finger.


*The other day Jacob was looking for the "door" that goes on the back of Mr. Potato Head. He was saying, "Where his booty at?" "You gotta help me find his booty!"