First my finger, now this

I ripped my knuckle open on the jagged lid of a can of coconut milk while preparing dinner.

A minute later I had the phone pinched between my ear and shoulder, and I was asking Will if he would be home soon because I might have to go to urgent care.  Meanwhile I was rummaging through the first aid kit, trying to remember when I had my last tetanus shot, bleeding at a rate that alarmed me - and fending off Liam's ministrations.  "Can I put a bandage on you?  Well can I just peel off the wrapper?  Can I throw the wrapper in the garbage at least?"

When things calmed down a bit, Dr. Liam was allowed to examine and treat me.  "Your finger looks okay.  Now I have to get the head presser machine."

"The what?  I don't think my head needs to be pressed."

"No Mama, I need to take your head pressure."  So Liam got the buzzer from our Taboo game, pressed it against my forehead, and proclaimed,

"Your head pressure is too thick."  Oh dear.