LOL. Until you need one.
But I agree. When I was three-ish, I once cut my fingers up while shopping with my mom. I found an open box of razors (the kind you place into the handle) on the floor. I took a razor out and played with it, using my thumb and index finger to bend it. Anyway, I soon began bleeding everywhere and my mother rushed me to the pharmacy, where they bandaged me. Once she knew I was okay, she spanked me and told me to never do that again!
Honey, I AM a lawyer!!!
Yeah, our parents always figured it was our fault--we were horsing around or doing something we shouldn't have. And usually, they were right.
I have vivid memories of driving around in the car with my parents STANDING UP between them on the center of the front bench seat! Yikes!
It's amazing we survived.