In an unfortunate episode with scissors (weren’t they blunt when we were kids?), I find myself bleeding profusely.
Mo slaps a bandage on it and says that we need to wrap it.
I point out that it seems silly to wrap it. She would just turn around and unwrap it later. She already knows it’s a hand, so there would be no surprise. And we haven’t unpacked yet so who knows where the ribbon is anyway. I inquire as to whether we have any leftover gift bags we could stick it in instead. Maybe some colorful tissue to stuff around the sides.
Luckily I pass out at that point from blood loss so the conversation ends.
Mo is a very patient person.