I've read a lot of parenting books. Have mined countless parenting-related websites.
But nothing can ever really prepare you enough to know how to react when your kid comes downstairs with a bloody nose and an explanation that starts off with:
"We were just playing volleyball with those two plastic chairs in our room and..."
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How about, "The wrench just jumped out of my hand and Timmy ran into it."
MGB
What's abby-normal about that? It'd be way worse if he began with something like "We were just setting fire to this gerbil in our room, when..." Count your blessings! *lol*
And while I'm here, me and mine wish you and yours the very Merriest of Christmases, with no bloody noseses, and the healthiest, peaceful-est, prosperiety-est filled Happiest of New Years! :D (with much bloggy monsterness)
Just don't ever let your boys jump on a mattress holding spoons! My son ended up with a "do-it-yourself tonsillectomy" after a metal spoon punched a neat hole in the back of his throat...David had put the spoon briefly in his mouth and then fell on it. Talk about guilt.
Oh, hope you have a frohe Weihnachten!
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