Greedy

After I put Judah down for his nap today I decided that it was a good day for a pipe. It was 60F degrees and a sunny day, so why not? I am comfortably sitting and enjoying this wonderful weather with my pipe lit when I hear Judah crying on the top of his lungs. Some thing must have gone seriously wrong I think to myself as I run inside. Hoping he is not freaking out that I am not inside on top of everything. I see him standing in the hallway. His face covered in blood. I think that he has reopened his wounds on his lip. I pick him up and hold him as I walk to the bathroom to clean his face. He doesn't want me to clean him. "My lip hurts", he screams in terror. I wet some toilet paper and wipe down his cheeks and chin and then his lip. His lip seems to be intact so that's not the problem. He has a bloody nose. Come to find out that he was picking his nose and picked a little to much. As soon as I told him that it was his nose he became calm and said that he was ok. Calmed down and peacfully he was of to bed.