It's getting morbid around here

This morning as I'm brushing my teeth, Grace comes running into the bathroom screaming:
"Mom, come quick. Tucker's bleeding. There's blood everywhere and I don't want him to die."
Turns out he cut his lip somehow and was finger painting with the blood on his hand. We're all OK now.

Then at lunch, Tucker was screaming so loudly that Grace looked at me and said: "I think he could wake the dead."

That's a lot of death talk from one little girl!