On the way home from taking the boys to school this morning, I started picking at (can't stand the crusty stuff on my face either) and then it was bleeding. Haha! When I parked the car, Sterling was getting mad at me for not getting him out. (He's seriously the worst backseat driver! He's always yelling at me to go if I'm stopped.) As I was dabbing up the blood, I got him out and showed him my "owie". He looks at it and then worriedly asked me if the zombie ate me. Hahaha! I think he's played too much Minecraft and talked zombies too much with his brothers. Cracked me up!

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