Bloody Lips, Freeze Pops, & Bikes

So today the kids were playing outside before lunch, Justin and Michael came in because Michael had a bloody lip. (from what I dare not ask) So I do what I always do for bloody lips, and give him a freeze pop and tell him to suck on it. Justin then asks me if he can have a freeze pop. Now, we have a rule in our house -no sweets before lunch- so I look at him and without thinking I say “you come in here with a bloody lip and you can have a freeze pop” he says “thanks mom” and runs off. As I hear the door close I think to myself: Did I REALLY just say that to my son? But I go back to taking care of the Michael and the bloody lip. A few minutes later Brittany comes in and finds me; she says “um, Mom, Justin is riding his bike into trees. He says he is trying to get a bloody lip.” I look at her to see if she thinks this “tall tale” she is telling me is true and the look she has tells me I need to investigate further. As I open the door I see Justin with a HUGE grin on his face ram his bike into a tree. He gets up and just smiles at me. I take a few moments to compose myself and tell him “Let me put it this way, IF you get a fat, bloody lip, there will be NO sympathy, there will be NO freeze pop, AND there will be NO bike for a week.” And then I calmly close the door and peek out the window to see him looking from his bike to the tree and back to his bike again, I imagine he was trying to figure out how to get a bloody lip and still keep his bike. Yup, that’s my son.