Queazy Stomachs beware

After I had gotten dinner made tonight, spaghetti by the way, I asked A to come and help by getting Nat in his chair and setting the table. As he moved around the room, he stepped on something, causing him to say ouch. We didn't know what it was but both went about the business of getting dinner on the table, when A walks back into the kitchen and says "Am I bleeding?" I look down and their is blood everywhere, he has trailed it around the kitchen floor and then copious amounts are now coming from his foot.

Here are the results...


We figured out that it was from a shard of the plate that I had broken last night and not gotten all of the pieces picked up. YUCK!!!