We were sitting on the couch and Jet had a thumb that he'd used to push the eraserless end of a pencil into a pencil sharpener. He'd cut the pad pretty deeply. I had a finger that I'd cut on the edge of a pop-top chili can when I'd washed it to recycle it. We both had Nemo waterproof adhesive bandages on them.
We commiserated about our mistakes, our injuries, and then Jet happily waxed lyrical about the lesson he'd learned about how even if you think you know how it's going to turn out it's better to stop and think about it before you do it.
We both agreed that it was okay to make mistakes and that we'd both heal from them pretty quickly. That was pretty cool, all in all.
I like this second childhood, where I get to revisit the things I never really learned the first time around. Like it being all right to make mistakes so long as you learn from them, and that being hurt, for a little while, isn't that big a deal.