Having kids, boys especially, is not for the faint of heart. Because, you see, sometimes they decide to nearly bite their tongues clean off.
Give a boy a tree and he'll find a way to get himself a pretty disgusting injury and knock four teeth loose.
The mouth is a wondrous thing. The bloody, bruised slice you see in the picture already has a white film over it. It looks ten times better, just twelve hours later. The swelling, however, is still substantial.
"Calm down, Mama," a friend told me last night as fifteen or so people gathered around my son to watch his wound bleed profusely. "Deep breath. He'll be fine."
"Oh, I'm not freaking out," I told her. "It's just disgusting and it makes me want to throw up."
And I wasn't freaking out. Because I have two boys and I figure this isn't even close to the worst thing I'm going to see.