We are at my mom's for a Sunday afternoon. The kids are outside playing in the front yard. I hear this blood curling scream that I recognize as Karl. I run out side and see my worst nightmare. Karl is at the bottom of the tree holding a bloody nose. He loves to climb the tree as far up as he can go, so the near fact that he is sitting up means he didn't fall that far! As I help him clean up the blood, I realize that the blood is not coming from inside his nose, but the outside. So I finally slow down enough to ask what happened...
They were playing tag (not climbing the tree). Karl was crouched over enough to give him a good speed when he turned around to run away from the person who was "it." So "it" is coming, so he turns to run away and....hits the tree as he was standing right in front of it, but didn't realize it.
We stopped laughing, well actually every time I tell the story or think about it, I start to laugh again. It's hilarious!
And this is what he got...
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