He’s had bumps on the head, tumbles from prams, and other assorted spills, but today Nicholas spilled claret for the first time. Just to prove that you can NEVER truly be prepared for all eventualities, he managed to find something sharp to cut his finger on.
I blame myself, of course. As soon as he started crawling and became fascinated with the drain covers that we have in a few places in our tiled wet-areas at home, I thought that the small openings in them might be places where little fingers could get stuck. Then I talked myself out of it: I was being TOO safety-conscious, I told myself.
Sure enough, this afternoon he caught one of his fingers in one.
The wound is largely superficial, although he did manage to get an impressive amount of red stuff on the floor, on a napkin and on Mummy’s shirt (so Mummy and Daddy have both passed a parenting test: not passing out at the sight of a child’s blood). Dunked in a disinfectant solution and patched up with some Liquid Bandage (absolute magic stuff, although a bit overpriced IMO), he was right as rain in minutes.
And yes, the drain covers are now protected.
Crossed Wires 