Oh the poor bugger! Hard to settle down when they're filling you full o' reactive medicine!
Reminds me (kinda) of a 'grandparent story' of a brother n law, he said that one day he was in the garden pottering around with his mum, when something happened to him and he burst into big fat teardrops. He wouldn't stop crying and his mum was busy digging spuds (or something) and she called out to him (lets call him.... Zarathustra "Z" for short)
"Z! Settle down, come over here and show me what you did..."
"Wahhhhhhhhh ahahahha waaahhh etc"
"Oh for goodness sake, Z! Stop being a baby, come here and I'll have a look at it."
Long story short, he couldn't go to her because he'd rammed the pitchfork through the top of his foot and into the ground. He's never let her forget that day