Daddy… can you wash me please.
I just got off the phone with Mom because as I was talking to David,
Cameron was sitting behind me in my office calling.. "Daddy…
Daddy.. Daddy… can you wash me please." I was trying to figure out
what he got into – pens, glue, whatever. I turned to see him
covered in blood. "Daddy… Daddy… wash me please". I LOVE THIS
KID!!! No screaming.. crying… just … uh. oh.
He got a hold of the fiskers paper cutter and gashed his thumb. At
first I thought we would be heading to Oshawa, but it's not that bad
– deep – but not long enough for one stitch. Center of his left
thumb.
I went through the whole bit about blood supposed to be inside and
he was leaking in my office – and he thought he was in trouble for
messing his diaper. 
After a good wash and three band-aids – all is good. Now to wash
the blood from my office.