Last Saturday, Caroline stubbed her toe pretty badly on the sidewalk. She was not a happy camper about it...but things quickly turned for the worse when we had to put a band-aid on her toe to stop it from bleeding. Oh, the drama. I seriously haven't heard her cry this hard in a LOOOONG time...not even from shots at the doctor. In fact, I remember telling Wally that it's been a while since we've heard THAT kind of cry from her. You know the kind - face beet red, crying so hard that she doesn't make a noise, eyes/nose/mouth runny...
Anyways, I see a drama queen in waiting. She walked all over the house on her heel, crying and screaming "BAAAANNDD-AIIIID TOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEE OFFFFFF!!!!!"
Now, keep in mind, over the course of the day the band-aid fell off and I didn't replace it. I wasn't fighting that battle again. So, let the record state that the band-aid has been gone since Saturday evening.
(And a side note...I also had a band-aid on my finger Saturday because I got a nasty papercut.)
Sunday morning comes around, Caroline wakes up and I get her out of her sleep sack. And like every other morning since she could say the word "toes", as soon as I get her out of her sleep sack, she says "TOES?" and I say "Where are your toes? There they are!" Then, not skipping a beat the conversation went as follows:
Caroline: Band-aid toes?
Me: Do you want a band-aid for your toes?
Caroline: NOOOOO! Mommy band-aid hand?
Me: Yes, Mommy's band-aid is all gone
Caroline: ::sighs as if world's problems are solved:: UP?
We have had the same conversation for 6 mornings in a row now. How long do you think they will continue?
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