Time it takes a 4-year-old boy to run down the stairs, through the garage, onto the driveway, trip, fall, scrape 2 knees and 2 hands, start screaming, come back upstairs, and declare his is "GOING TO DIE"...2 minute, 30 seconds.
Time the 6-year-old and 10-year-old spend feeling sorry for their brother and making him feel better...0 seconds.
Time it takes Mama to find the first aid supplies, cleanse the wounds, and find that only 1 is actively bleeding and needs a bandage, and the others only need soap and water...10 minutes---who hid the antibiotic ointment, I ask you!
Time the 4-year-old boy spends sitting, saying "IT HURTS," "I can't run," "I going to have to sit here and color for 4 days," "I'm never playing outside ever again"...I'll let you know when he's done.
UPDATE: 11:04 am-"My Boo-Boo HURTS!"
UPDATE: 11:20 am- Still balancing on toes to walk or hopping on one foot.
UPDATE: 11:44 am-"My Boo-Boo still hurts!"