Smudge tripped in the bedroom this morning and put his teeth through his bottom lip :'( He is such a brave boy! After a few tears he sat on my knee while I pressed damp cotton wool against his profusely bleeding wound and complained not a jot.

I still have a lump on my top lip from a similar injury when I was about 7 years old. I was showing off to the other girls that I could ride my bike with only one hand on the handlebars. Not as well as I thought, it turned out.

I was playing schools with my mates the next day (as girls do) and when we were allocated roles I was told that I would have to be called "John".

When I queried why I was required to be a boy I was told "Because you look like you've been in a fight".

I failed to query this apalling stereotyping at the time... But then that was the 70s. :roll: ;)