band aids

Sometimes its easier to go along

I’ve got a scar on my left knee from an old chainsaw injury. 

It isn’t horrible looking but it does look a little funky. It was years ago and when it happened it wasn’t too bad. The doc said that for the kind of injury it was it was a very clean cut (a good thing).

Fast-forward to today and I’ve got Emma looking for the smallest excuse to go get a band-aid from the kitchen catch-all drawer. I don’t know what it is about the band-aids right now but she’s realllly into them. Sometimes I’ll come and find her with no less than a half-dozen band-aids sprinkled all over her little body. It’s entertaining.

Well, every time she gets a glimpse at my knee she looks at me and says “band-aid?” With that one word she’s not asking me a question she’s telling me to stay where I am while she goes and tracks down a few band-aids to patch me up. 

At the beginning I tried to explain and argue with her about it but the toddler has singular focus and ample time. I’ve given up and just accept my fate now.

So if you see me with several Disney band-aids on my left knee — I’m OK.