The twins were about 15 months old and I was at my wits end. They had been into everything that day. From unloading the refrigerator, to pulling chairs to the freezer and unloading the contents- to standing on the tables. They were finally quiet but were out of sight ao I needed to go inspect as quiet is not good with twins. I could hear them in the foyer playing with the door. Then there was a scream from Hannah "a blood curdling" scream. I ran into the room of screams and there was Hannah standing in a pool of blood. The area was about the size of a dinner plate. I picked her up and rushed her to the sink. As I am wrestling a screaming bleeding baby into the sink, I pick up the phone to call my step-father (who is a doctor). I finally find the hole and it was deep but not wide. I put a clean dish towel over the wound and go to find Heather as I am carrying Hannah. I am still on the phone talking to the "Dr. Father" He was asking me all kinds of questions when I yell rudely into the phone that I have to go. I couldn't believe it, I thought I had seen it all. There was Heather on the floor on her hands and knees licking her lips. At first I thought she was know bleeding but NO she was on the floor licking up Hannah's pool of blood. Not only are they twin sisters but now they are real blood sisters too. That was gross and that was a moment too in itself. Hannah didn't have to have stiches because it was too small but very deep. She will always have a scar from where her sister closed her foot in the door and trapping it with the razor sharp j-hooks underneath.
