This is what I heard through the bathroom door as I turned off the water:
Bud: "Mom, Big hurt his head!"
Me: "He did?" (Big wasn't crying, just whining a bit-- so I wasn't too concerned) "How did he hurt it?"
Bud: "He hit his head on the kitchen tile!"
Me: (drying off) "Is he going to be okay?"
Me: (still drying off) "He isn't? Why not, is it bleeding?"
Me: (drying off a little faster) "Really?!"
Bud: "Yes, here on the side."
Me: "Okay, I'll be right out!"
Bud: (says to Big) "Don't worry Big, the blood will dry, it will dry. Does it hurt when I move it?" (I wish I could have seen how he was moving Big's head around to test it out)
So, I open the door and see...... absolutely nothing. Wait, now I see a little bump on his forehead and, if I squint, I can see an old, mostly healed, little (and I mean teeny) scratch on the side of Big's head. It has a bit of a scab on it, so that must be the blood Bud was referring to. Reassured, I again shut the door to get dressed, etc.
Through the door, I hear Bud say to Big:
"I'm really sorry this happened to you, Big. REALLY sorry."