Hubby was in the kitchen working on dinner. (I've trained him well.) Suddenly I heard him cursing under his breath, and went out to find out what was going on. Apparently, when cutting up some veggies, he cut his finger. Just a tiny cut, nothing too bad.
Being the good wife, I ran to grab a band-aid and some Neosporin. I started to bandage him up when he started cursing louder, face all screwed up. (Thankfully, little one was already in bed.)
I guess in my rush, I grabbed mint-flavored lip stuff he had in the bathroom cabinet, not Neosporin. Oops! Definitely a good thing he loves me...
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