I remember as a young single adult scoffing at the over use of Band-aids many parents indulged in. I had taught and baby-sat many, many little kids and as I saw it, too many parents put bandages on their kids at every cry, whine and whimper - on owies that were often minuscule and imagined. I vowed to never be such a silly softy. My kids weren't going to use Band-aids as a crutch. My kids weren't going to cry at every little hurt. My kids were gonna be tough! Band-aids just encourage kids to make stuff up!
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAAAAA!
Ok. Whatev young, silly, clueless Jamie! You didn't have kids and didn't know what you were talking about (no offense to my currently childless readers; I promise you will have a similar story to tell someday because I have many). Poor Ash's little legs look terrible. The kid loooooves being outside but she is always falling down. Must take after her mother. I remember, as a child, staring at my bruised, scab-covered, sticker bush scraped legs and thinking they were soooo ugly.
Today Ash was running, excitedly, to go get in the car. Well, she tripped, fell hard on her knees and then tipped forward and bumped her forehead too. So sad! Let's just say that after several episodes like this one, we are currently running low on Band-aids. They are wonderful little creations - the colorful, characterized ones, anyway. They are happy and bright. And they distract the sobbing child while you clean their wounds. They also make the hurt lessen by at least 85%, I swear!
*chuckle* I had everything figured out. I'll probably think the same thing about my current self 10 years in the future. What about you? What immature vows have you broken?
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAAAAA!
Ok. Whatev young, silly, clueless Jamie! You didn't have kids and didn't know what you were talking about (no offense to my currently childless readers; I promise you will have a similar story to tell someday because I have many). Poor Ash's little legs look terrible. The kid loooooves being outside but she is always falling down. Must take after her mother. I remember, as a child, staring at my bruised, scab-covered, sticker bush scraped legs and thinking they were soooo ugly.
Today Ash was running, excitedly, to go get in the car. Well, she tripped, fell hard on her knees and then tipped forward and bumped her forehead too. So sad! Let's just say that after several episodes like this one, we are currently running low on Band-aids. They are wonderful little creations - the colorful, characterized ones, anyway. They are happy and bright. And they distract the sobbing child while you clean their wounds. They also make the hurt lessen by at least 85%, I swear!
*chuckle* I had everything figured out. I'll probably think the same thing about my current self 10 years in the future. What about you? What immature vows have you broken?
