I keep remembering that I need to get more hydrogen peroxide and now that I have something on my finger that needs it, I was ttinking about the joy I would feel once the juice soaked in and I was tempted to scream. (I’m not serious, OK?) Sooooo, that reminded me of the Lamaze class my husband and I took when I was pregnant with our first child.
One couple in the class was from Australia and had never heard of hydrogen peroxide—so one of the fathers-to-be said,
“Put it on an open wound and you’ll never forget what it is!”