Orange Blood

Joel scraped his foot the other day while playing , shoeless, on the wooden deck.

"Mom, can I have Bandaid?"

"Why?"

"Cuz I have orange blood."

"Let me see."

Sheepishly he replied, "Nooo."

"Then you can't have a Bandaid because I've never heard of orange blood."

"Orange blood hurts worser than red blood," he declared.

"Worser? Oh, okay, then, you better use two Bandaids."