Bloody nose...

Dear Nicky,

Sorry, my boy. It's my fault. This morning as I was suctioning your nose to send you off to school snot-free, you twisted your head just as I was putting the syringe up your nostril. It must've hurt, because your cries turned to shrieks and blood came out. Not a lot, but it felt like a lot to me. I'm so sorry. I felt sick afterward. I guess I was trying too hard. But you've already forgiven me. You always do. That's why you're the better man.

Love,
Dad