Houston was home sick today, and midway through the day he came downstairs to tell me that he had been wiggling his tooth, and now it was bleeding.
Me: "Is it a baby tooth or a permanent tooth?"
Him: "A baby tooth."
Me: "Okay. Good. Why are you wiggling it?"
Him: "Because there's nothing else to do."
(Starts wiggling the tooth again.)
Me: "Um, so...stop wiggling it! When it starts bleeding, that's your body's way of saying, 'Could you not do that?'!"
There are so many things that my kids do that just defy explanation.