Suffice to say, we’ve now entered the Band-Aid phase. It doesn’t matter the scope, seriousness, or lack of physical injury – it demands a BAND-AID. We have Band-Aids in our purse, wallet, glove box, and diaper bag lest we be caught somewhere in public without a Band-Aid to squelch the screams. Someone looked at you wrong? Here is a Band-Aid. Hair blew in your eye? Here is a Band-Aid. An imaginary bug bit your leg? Here is a Band-Aid. Chopped off a finger? Here is a Band-Aid.
Through this sticky, hair pulling, journey, I’ve learned a few things:
- No matter how large or small the catastrophe, a Band-Aid cures pretty much everything.
- Whoever made the tattoo Band-Aids should be shot. On second thought, let’s cover them in those Band-Aids, and then require them to freak out and demand the Band-Aids be taken off. Then, we’ll start peeling them off, really slowly, with the skin still attached.
- When you see a kid older than yours doing something weird, just consider it a warning.
- Babies are born with natural instincts for food, warmth, sleep … and Band-Aids.