Thank you, Wolf. Then it wasn't just me. "What? What? Maybe he left out something...?"

A friend of mine said she calls *our* reaction to Blast's tale "Oldest Child Syndrome". The oldest child is always put in the position of babysitter/good example, so we just get into the habit of mopping up the blood and putting a bandaid on the owie.

My middle sister faints. My youngest sister whines and waits for someone else to fix it.

Sue