BUT.....I will say this....if Mama actually seen the accident (or whatever caused blood flow) it wasn't wise to try to outrun her. Then a butt bustin was called for after the dr'n took place whether you throwed a hissy fit or not. LOL
I was in the barn one time, daddy was feedin alfafa cubes. He'd had them unloaded in a huge pile in the barn, and put up some 2x6s across an opening so that the cows couldn't get in to them. So there I was, standin on the lower 2x6, when it come undone/broke...whatever. And I fell into the top 2x6 hittin my mouth. My front tooth went thru my top lip and was stuck like that....course there was lots of blood. I think I realized perdy soon into the deal that it was fairly serious, probably shoulda had stitches.....but I took off for the house. Mama was on the outside of the barn messin with a milk cow or somethin. She seen me high tailin it...and was in hot persuit. By the time I got in the door, she was right behind me...spun me around by my arm so she could see...grabbed me up and headed for the kitchen sink. Turned on the faucet and doused me up under it...(I swear I thought she was tryin to drown me) then......she reached to the right.....over by the stove...for the box of salt!!!! :shock: This was after she'd pulled my lip down and unthreaded my tooth from said lip. So by then I was really bleedin. It was like takin a dip of snuff in reverse. She raised up my top lip, with my head leaned back, and filllllllllled it fulllllllll of salt. Then said , "Leave that in there" :shock: