Streams of blood

Hung out with my son today. I could have gone to a Legacy tournament, and I kind of really wanted to! But family. And I had a good time with my son.


Before both lunch and dinner he got nosebleeds. They were long ten-minute pinch the nose and wait ordeals. These kinds of things drive me insane. I mean, I know what to do, but it's wait. And there's nothing I can do but wait, and the boy wants to keep checking to check on his nose so I have to reassure him that holding it for a few minutes will solve the problem but... Sigh. It's stressful.

But that's parenting. It's not all joyful moments. And if he can associate shitty situations like a bloody nose with a caring father, I might have done part of my job.