It had to happen eventually... Malcolm had his first bloody nose the other night. He was standing on the bench at the table and fell, introducing his nose to the hard edge of the bench on the way down.He doesn't freak out about blood the way Maren does. It reminds me of an article I read in Today's Parent magazine a few months ago. The writer said that boys and girls tend to differ in their evaluation of risk: girls ask, "Will it hurt?" while boys ask, "How much will it hurt?" No wonder they get hurt so much!
As for Malcolm, his bloody nose hasn't deterred him from standing up on the bench. So much for "natural discipline!"
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