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The other day I had a bloody nose. It happens kind of a lot, especially whenever the weather changes, so this isn't something foreign to the kids. Usually they just see me holding my nose with tissue and say, "bloody nose?" and I say yeah... but this one was kind of bad and lasted a long time, and well, I guess it grossed Max out a little... all I heard was him racing up the stairs saying he wasn't coming down until it was done. He just went into his room. I was fine a couple minutes later and forgot the whole thing until later that night, I tried to walk into Max's room. I pushed the door open a couple of inches and it stopped! I was like, wha? what is going on... I pushed a little and stuck my head in and saw this... I wanted to capture this exactly how I saw it, so I just stuck my arm in to get the picture, because I couldn't fit through the door. When I asked him about it, he told me he did not want my coming near him with my bloody nose.