Firstborn: Mummy, my head hurts!
*Mummy gets a cold compress*
Baby: Mummy, I have a booboo. And another booboo. And this one here...
*Mummy fetches the hydrogen peroxide, neosporin, & bandaids. Lots of bandaids. And remembers why Baby's nickname is 'Booboo.'
Hubby: I was moving a bookcase at work and this pile of papers fell off and when I reached for them, I got this nasty paper cut. *pause* Could you get the neosporin and the finger bandaids... and, um, fix it?
*Mummy facepalms*
*Mummy gets neosporin & bandaids again*
I really, really don't subscribe to cliches about grown men being childish. And 99.9% of the time, the love of my life helps me out with this.
Welcome to 0.1% night.