Two Gabriels

I was in the kitchen doing something totally frivilous like cooking or teaching when I hear a crash behind me, coming from the living room.
It is a crash that only means one thing- some child has fallen off of something. I whirl around, already halfway to the source of the sound before I'm even done turning. There is Jude, flat on his back, head mere inches away from the brick hearth, doing that giant air suck-in that preceedes a really serious fit of wailing.

Immediately I assess that Jude has climbed up on the coffee table, and from there onto the window sill, then fallen. I'm rocking him in my arms when I see Gabriel attempt the same thing.

"Did you show him that?" I yell at Gabriel. He stops climbing.
"Yes." He says, trying to assess my mood, and clearly failing to see why I'm so upset.
"Get down from there right now!" I hiss-yell at him and he scrambles down.

Jude has quieted, so I pull him away from my shoulder to discover his face, and the left arm of my shirt, are covered in blood. The kitchen sways a little bit, and I try not to pass out. Why does children's blood have to be so dang bright?

I clean nose, lips, and cheek off, then go sit on the couch. He snuggles for a minute, sounding like a boxer when he breathes.

Gabriel is hovering by me, disturbed by my yelling, or Jude's yelling, or Jude's bleeding. Or maybe he's just hovering because he's an idiot. I don't know. He tries to climb into my lap, too, sitting on his injured brother in the process.

"Get off!" I say to him. "You're hurting your brother. Wait your turn." Jude scrambles off my lap, blood flow slowing to a sluggish trickle. Gabriel is immediately in his place.
"Gabriel Vincent," I start, holding his chin so that he looks me in the eye. "Jude follows what you do. You did something dangerous, and he got hurt. I am very upset with you." I continue holding his chin so that he has to look at me.

Gabriel looks into my eyes, very intently, then a huge smile of wonder fills his face.

"Mama!" He says, pointing into my eyes, "There's TWO Gabriels in your eyes! See? One, Two!"

Good Lord. Two Gabriels. Add them to the original, that that makes three.