Add one quilter who has been kicked out of her crafting room to make way for the teenager and is cutting on the kitchen table.
And you get two bloody fingers with a lot of censored curse words.
Yes, our Dayton jumped on the kitchen table to reach his perch in front of the window. He collided with my hand as I was about to make a cut. Neither of us was happy about the outcome - he didn't get to the window, I bled on the denim.
Feeling sorry for myself, I made some chocolate chip banana bread. Mmm, chocolatey goodness eases pain and distress.