Tigger: Do I have to? Can't I just take them outside?
Me: If you stay with them.
15 minutes later she was back inside playing Icy Tower.
20 minutes later, Pooh Bear came running up the stairs.
Pooh: Mommy, I have some so funny bad news. (He says this every time he wants to tell me something, not because he was laughing at his brother's pain. Although that wouldn't surprise me.)
Me: What is it?
Pooh: Piglet is bleeding.
After we cleaned him up. Note the nasty scratches on his nose, cheek and forehead. He looked worse the next day. But at least he's a happy injured person.
Apparently, Piglet had a fight with the garden gnome. I'm not sure who won.
The face of evil!