You were always getting hurt, whether it be a simple scratch, bruise, cut, or broken bone, it was always inevitable. No matter what your father did to try and minimize the damage it never worked. Even when he kept constant watch over you, the moment he looked away you ended up hurt

After playing outside for awhile you limped into your house to see your father waiting for you with a first aid kit ready

"Alright, what's the damage this time?"