Last night at the living room, Suzanne saw my wound on my kneecap. It was bloody red and about two inches in diameter, can't miss it.
"Daddy, why got blood one?"
"from car ar?"
"daddy, told you already don't sit motorbike. take car, not motorbike!"
Just then, my wife came down.
"mummy, daddy got blood from motorbike. cannot take motorbike. take car"
"yes... mummy thinks Suzanne is very wise. Don't you think so dear?"