It's always disconcerting to see blood on your child's hand and face and have no idea where it came from.
Fifi came down stairs all smiles, but with blood smeared everywhere. I thought maybe she'd fallen earlier and burst her lip or something, but there was no sign of damage anywhere in her mouth. I checked her hands, her tummy, even my own hands and face, but found no trace of a cut.
Finally, a little later, I notice fresh blood on her forefinger. It was two perfectly parallel cuts, like a razor cut. I felt terrible, thinking I must've left my razor out, and she had found it. But I went upstairs to search the bathroom, and my razor was still up high on the shelf, with the cap on. No other razors were in sight. I only use one at a time, and Scott uses an electric razor. So basically I have no idea what she did to herself.
I remember when I was little, I'd take my mom's razor down from the shower shelf and play with it. I had no idea it was sharp. And then, after my bath, I'd discover little parallel, double-lined cuts all over me. I never knew where they came from. It took years to piece together that puzzle.
It now starts again with my progeny.