When I married a man with two sons in 1985, my dad took me aside and said, "Honey, go get yourself certified in advanced first aid. I mean it -- sooner or later you'll need to know the difference between an injury you can treat at home and an injury that needs sutures."
When I married a man with two sons in 1985, my dad took me aside and said, "Honey, go get yourself certified in advanced first aid. I mean it -- sooner or later you'll need to know the difference between an injury you can treat at home and an injury that needs sutures."
He was right.
How mothers ever survive this stuff is beyond me.