DP came downstairs this morning complaining of something in his ear.
After the usual conversation (you know the one - 'stay still, I need to pull your ear to see what's inside, stay still, don't move, I can't see if you move away from me, Stay Still. No, don't put your fingers in there or wiggle it. OK, I can see something. Don't move. I said don't move? That's perfect. Hold It....') I retrieved one of his earbuds from in there with a pair of tweezers. yes, I did say All Done afterwards
Seriously. Next thing you know, I'll be sorting out grazed knees with some magic dust and some wet kitchen roll.
Anybody else find themselves forgetting they're dealing with a fully grown adult at times?