Two girls and a boy here. Now (thankfully) all adults.
My son was much more difficult as a child. For a time I was on a first name basis with the triage nurses at the local ER.
The girls as teenagers were more difficult, I think. But then, I think like a female, and really had no idea what my son was thinking.
Reading the posts, I am SO glad I have no little ones at home. Too well I remember the days of wanting to sell them all to passing gypsies. :)
I know what you mean. My youngest was the same way. He was jumping on the couch one night and gashed his scalp open on the coffee table. They super-glued it closed.
A week or two later he dropped a glass in the bathroom sink and sliced up his hand. No stitches. Just more grey hairs for me.
My middle son took a flying leap out of his high chair around the time he had learned to walk and cut his eyebrow open.
After having three boys, not much phases me anymore.