"That particular scar has an interesting story..." Looking away for a moment, he trailed his fingertips along her leg. "Alice and I were about four at the time," Pausing to smile, he now found it funny, but for years it was a sore subject. "playing in the yard, and she had just found a big bullfrog." Looking up at Josephine, the humor shone through his eyes. "I was terrified of everything then, especially dirty, slimy things, and she thought it would be funny to chase me around with the bullfrog. Up until I slipped and knocked my head against the dock in Amy's backyard." The scene was vivid in his mind as he remembered the world turning red from the blood pouring down his face. "The blood freaked Alice out so she ran away, leaving me and the bullfrog face to face, and I ended up having to walk back up to the house, bleeding all over myself, and calmly telling my mother that I think I needed a bandage. She looked about ready to have a heart attack."