Squirrel!

"Mom, I hit a tree."
I stayed calm, despite the enormous amount of blood.
Because even small head wounds bleed a lot.
Because head wounds are not uncommon here.
Because flailing my arms might have ruined the pizza dough.
"OK, honey, go to the bathroom so we can clean you up and see how bad it is."
Berg had a small puncture, right between the eyes. I cleaned it up, put on a Steri-Strip, and asked him what happened.
"Well, I was running laps (around the house), and I got distracted by a baby squirrel, and I ran into an aspen tree, and a branch poked me in the head."
No response from Mom.
"Do I have to clean up my own blood?"