They all fall down. At least twice a week, I find myself playing nurse. And the kids love to milk it for all its worth. They come to me with scratches that are only visible under a powerful microscope; and I baby them. For most of my 10 to 11-year-olds, this is one of the last few years for that. So I slather on some disinfectant, dab on some yellow ointment (I should find out what thats stuff really is) and tape them up before sending them off with a pat on their shoulder. And they gently limp away or clutch their wrists gingerly- whichever's hurt, reasured that someone cares about the phantom scratch.
I feel AWESOME when I make their boo boos feel better!
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