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The five-year-old says, "There's a little thing of milk on the side of the cup."
He pauses.
"It looks like a drop of white blood."
As I ponder what makes white blood look like blood rather than, say, milk, he tilts his head to study the rare albino plasma droplet, then gulps it down, erasing all evidence it ever even existed.
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We have white blood at our house. He is welcome to visit at any time.
Posted by: Karen Edmisten | Sunday, November 09, 2014 at 04:17 PM