On Sunday I went on a bike ride with my whole family.
The last time we tried this was late last summer. Our destination then was a local park, and as soon as we got there my second daughter, seven years old at the time, took off for the play structure and promptly proceeded to split her chin open by falling off the balance beam. The rest of the kids weren't even off their bikes yet.
As a dad, I've learned that it's necessary to carry numerous things on one's person for the day-to-day needs of one's family. I carry a tiny pair of fold-up scissors and a set of nail clippers in my pocket. I also carry a small multi-tool with a flashlight. And in my wallet are a few bandages. Luckily my supply of bandages was fully stocked that day, so I was able to slap one on her chin and we all biked home, from where I drove her to the hospital to get stitches. While they were patching her up, I watched them with a sort of detached fascination, admiring the skill behind the work the doctor was doing as he injected a numbing agent into the cut and started applying the stitches. And then I passed out. I - a guy who had seen his wife give birth five times - fainted. It was terribly embarrassing.
That was nearly a year ago. I hadn't been on a bike ride with my family since then. The previous experience was a bit of a hump for me to get over.
We did have a fun outing. My third daughter scraped her leg at the park, and that was the extent of the injuries incurred.
And, no, I didn't faint.