With my post on Abercrombie and Fitch driving so much traffic to my site, I technically shouldn’t be posting anything. However, I’m not good with rules and all my freaders (friend reader) who were here before A&F and will be here long after it are all: Where’s Alex? (probably)
I’m in the battle of the band-aids.
Every pain my 4-year-old gets could be fixed by 4-5 adhesive characters stuck anywhere near the boo-boo. But we have a rule in our home that if it doesn’t bleed it, doesn’t get a band-aid.
My daughter: Ouch!
Me: Are you okay?
My daughter: Almost! I need a band-aid.
Me: No, it doesn’t need a band-aid. I can kiss it and give you a big hug, but band-aids are for when something is bleeding.
My daughter: Well, it doesn’t always have to be bleeding to be bleeding.
My daughter: Blood can be white, you know?
Me: Who told you that?
My daughter: Someone in my class.
My daughter: That’s her name. Her last name is Class.
Me: So her parents named her Someone In My…
My daughter: …Class. Exactly. Can I have a band-aid?
Now we have an amended rule: Band-aids are for blood or making me laugh with surprise genius. I think I’m going to need a lot of band-aids.