I'm Stuck On Band-Aid

It appears that I need to purchase stock in Band-Aids. Little Red has just discovered that they cure all ailments. All of a sudden my tough lil cookie is a whining mama's boy. Every bump, scratch and bruise needs a band aid and a kiss. Even pizza sauce spots feel better after being bandaged, duh! Last night he had a total of 17 boo-boos. We put band aids on every last one of them- mostly cuz I'm a sucker and I hate listening to him cry. Call me weak if you want, but the cuteness is killer. I even had to cut some jumbo size ones into smaller pieces when we ran out of regular size. After a while he would tear off the band aid and proclaim, "Aw Bettah!" So stinkin cute.

LR only actually has one injury that is for real. It was a garbage can incident that resulted in much crying and a little blood. Yesterday, he told his teacher that it was hurting so bad he was afraid it would fall off if he didn't get a band aid. She got him one stat and laughed hysterically as she told me the tale- it appears she is a sucker for the cute factor, too. He is only a tad dramatic. I just don't know where he gets it.

Lord help us if he discovers band aids with characters...I'm just thankful that I can cure his ailments with a box(or 2) of band aids and some lovin'. I dread the day that I can't make it all better with a kiss and a band aid.