A little bit of sick came up.
Where I live has a hint of 'Nappy Valley' about it....loads of 'quirky' cafes that you can never get into because someone has erected a makeshift barrier of prams and buggies. Over the weekend I managed to breach one of these to escape the cold/rain and sat down to read the paper.

There were a few nippers running around, generally being ignored by their mothers, who it appears, had reached that period of motherhood where you can just tune out the screaming and just get on with your gossiping and coffee or wine drinking.

One of the kids is tearing around the place like a dervish and BANG! goes straight into the glass topped coffee table at which his mother was sat. Now I wouldn't class myself as a coward, or squeamish for that matter, but there are somethings I don't want to see. One of these things is a horrific head-wound on a child. My eyes closed all by themselves and remained that way for some time.

My ears couldn't shut themselves, and were bombarded with screams, shrieks, crying and shouted requests for towels. It seemed to go on forever and I thought I'd chance it and opened an eye towards the devastation.

The child was still screaming, but was surrounded by women- some of whom were also screaming. There was dark liquid all over him and the floor around them.

A little bit of sick came up.

I don't know the name of the chemical that flooded my system upon realisation that the kid was relatively unharmed and that the liquid was a coffee he'd knocked over upon impact, but it was like I was hovering over my chair for a couple of minutes.
(FartThroughAWalkieTalkie wished you were dead in ditch on, Fri 21 Dec 2012, 10:24, 4 replies)

I smashed my eldest's front teeth.
Between that, all the bodily fluids that come with child rearing, and their general fascination with the workings of the human body, nothing makes me flinch, anymore.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 21 Dec 2012, 10:44, closed)

I've heard the mods are big fans of 'child rearing'

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 21 Dec 2012, 12:24, closed)

But WHERE ARE THEY?!
And who has their "step" hammer?
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 21 Dec 2012, 13:45, closed)

Oof!
Mind you, kids are pretty spongy. My brother fell out of an upstairs window onto paving slabs when he was 3 or 4, only needed a couple of stitches. He still claims I pushed him, too...
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Fri 21 Dec 2012, 10:50, closed)