The Road Rash Brothers

Yesterday at work I got a call from Billy (with Cadyn screaming and crying uncontrollably in the backround) asking if we had any children's Tylenol at home. Cadyn was riding his bike and hit a patch of loose gravel, and well, then, I'm sure you can imagine the outcome. The crazy thing is that about two hours later I was home from work watching TV when Devon comes home crying after hitting a rock while riding his friend's rib stick (one of those funny skateboards that waves as you ride it). The brothers spent the rest of the evening picking gravel out of their wounds while Billy doctored them up with guaze and salve. Aubrey laughs when she hears my kid's call antibiotic ointment "salve". She says she has only ever heard old people use that word.