This summer we spent pretty much every day at Seven Peaks so that we didn't die in our non-air conditioned apartment. One afternoon Jack was running from the pool to one of the kiddie slides and all of the sudden stopped in his tracks and started crying. I hurried over to him to see what was wrong and he pointed to his foot. Sure enough right under his little foot was a fragment of tile from the side of the pool. Jack had stepped on it at just the right angle that it sliced the bottom of his foot open. It was bleeding quite badly so I scooped him up and hustled him over to first aid. As I was half-jogging/half-speed walking to first aid the blood from Jacks foot was dripping off his toes and down my leg. Every one we walked past would say, "OH! Bleeding child! Watch out!" I thought it was kind of humorous.
Anyway, in the end Jack didn't end up needing stitches. The tile had sliced more along the surface of the skin (you know when you get a cut where basically you have a big flap of skin hanging) as opposed to deep into the skin. Jack was either really frightened by the whole ordeal or he has a seriously low pain tolerance because he cried, screamed and whined most of the rest of that day. Poor kid.
