Hey at least it was still attached!
I remember when each of my boys made the transition from running bawling to mommy with every little scratch to showing the latest injury to me like a badge of honor before going into the house for the first aid kit. It was always kind of touching to watch them suck up those sniffles and "be a man". I still teach in the five year old Sunday School room, and if you didn't teach them to be tough about it you'd have somebody crying every week.
By the way, the toughest one of my kids... was the daughter! She could whoop any one of the boys and never once let them think otherwise.
