Son1 was a sensitive child.
He was very careful and deliberate, not a risk taker.
(It might possibly have been a result of something I did to him in his earlier days, but that’s another post!)
The result of his prudence was that he didn’t get hurt very often (thank goodness!)
But when he did, the sight of his own blood drove him into hysterics!
The most microscopic drop of blood and he came screaming into the house crying “IT’S A BLEED!”
And it didn’t matter HOW much blood there was, the resulting panic was the same, whether for a scratch or a gory wound!
To this day husband and I still say “It’s a bleed!” when we cut ourselves.
After all, family traditions are important!