The other day, my husband cut his finger while chopping wood. After going into the bathroom to get a band aid, he came storming out, yelling:
"There are no band aids! Why are there no band aids? Because you kids use a band aid for every little scratch and bump and now there are no band aids for your dad, who is bleeding all over the place!"
This made the kids cry, of course. But he wasn't finished....
After I found him a band aid:
Him: "Next time can you get NORMAL band aids, not the little ones?"
Me: "I thought those were normal band aids. I just grabbed a box at the dollar store."
Him: "These are not normal size! Just look at them!"
Me: "Um.... OK."
In his defense, they were smaller than the next kind I bought, but not significantly. They were both "standard size," which seems to vary according to the manufacturer's preference.
Maybe next time I should buy him these:
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