One Piece (for the most part...)

Lee and I have made it to New Zealand pretty much safely and soundly. The one small incident occured minutes after his father had dropped us at the airport. While rummaging around in the pocket of his backpack, Lee managed to come in significant contact with his (rather sharp) razor. You know how when they're really sharp you don't notice you've been cut? Well, about a pint of blood later, not only did Lee notice, but the entire airport security staff noticed as well. They rushed him off to the men's room with a crack team of medics and he emerged a quarter of an hour later with a huge bandage. Meanwhile I was left to mop up the blood and pick the chip of knuckle skin out of his razor. Uh, ew. It really looked like that fake movie skin, which really means that fake movie skin really looks real. Huh. Who knew? So off we go into the wild blue yonder, being very careful of sharp implements...