Band Aids

Our daughter Bradyn loves Band-Aids. They are the cure all, for everything, at anytime, anywhere. If she falls down, trips, bonks her head, anything. There doesn't need to be any blood. Usually there isn't. But give her a band-aid and she stops crying. The other night she hit her knee while trying to fall asleep and came out crying. I asked if she wanted a band-aid (for a bloodless knee) and she said yes. In the process of playing with the first, she messed it up and cried for a second one. I brought in another one (we were trying to watch our show and I was getting desperate:) and she said, "You can't really see my owie. It is really small." I thought that was progress...