As one of our presents for his birthday, I got Corwin a fixed blade field knife, something he could (hopefully) take on scouting trips. It arrived on Tuesday and it was Saturday before he managed to cut himself with it. That’s very good for Corwin. He panicked a bit, though, when he tried to put a bandage on it and discovered that because of previous medical care (some of which involved changing bandages every 10 minutes or so, or just using them as stickers) the only bandages left were Dora bandages. Corwin apparently considered just bleeding out rather than put one on, but since I knew how much Mom would whine if that happened, I forced Corwin to submit to the indignity. It’s not clear when he’ll recover from that, but the wound is healing nicely.
Today it was Charles turn, who somehow had gotten hold of a razor blade knife for his workshop. Neither Mom or I know how that happened, but naturally he managed to give himself a nasty cut on his thumb with it. He was in a lot of distress, but not actively screaming and only bleeding moderately, so I wasn’t too worried. He, too, was not happy about Dora based medical supplies, but was not nearly as reluctant as Corwin.