Painted Red

It must be a theme. Perhaps it's because we've had paintbrushes and paint out over the last week, taking up where we stopped over a year ago with some home improvement projects. This time, I had been out in the heat and worked up a nosebleed. It was one of those that sneaks up on you suddenly, which resulted in some drops on the kitchen floor as I ran to the sink. As I fumbled under the sink for some paper towel, Nathan asked what I was doing. "I'm ok, buddy," I assured him, "I just got too hot and my nose is bleeding a little bit." He looked at me. He looked at the floor. Then he inquired, "Why are you dripping that red paint on the floor out of your nose?"