Emily is bleeding!!!

Okay, so the other day I'm at the park with Ems. Michael, another dad from pre-school, is there with his daughter, one of Emily's best friends. They are running around together having a great time and they end up gathering a group of five other girls to play with. Everything is copacetic, all the girls running around, which gives me five seconds to shoot the shit with Michael. All of a sudden the group of girls came running up to Michael and I and start screaming "Emily is bleeding." That's when I noticed Emily is not with the group. Michael and I looked at each other with a look of horror only a parent can feel. The unimaginable raced through my mind. Blood coming from everywhere, my poor little girl laying on the ground near death. Then, what the hell I'm I gonna tell my wife? How could this happen on my watch? "Where is she?" I shouted to the group of girls who started running toward the slide, still screaming, "Emily is bleeding, Emily is bleeding," over and over. As we approached the slide I was looking on the ground for a body, Emily's body. I don't see her. Where is she? I looked up and there she was near the top, sitting there, looking at her foot. Oh my god her foot has been severed. The whole group gathered in close to see what she was looking at. OMG there it was, the blood. The teeniest tiniest droplet of blood on the top of her middle toe. Emily looked up at me and just said, "look daddy, I'm bleeding. Yep indeed, Emily was bleeding. Big deed sigh of relief.