Band-aids really do fix everything...or at least they serve as cheap entertainment. By Mrs. C

There is something so entertaining about stickers. My kids go crazy over any kind of sticker--the size tag stuck on the front of a shirt, the inspector sticker on the bottom of a toy, stickers from the doctor, etc. Even temporary tattoos get looped into the "sticker" category. But there is one sticker that I can't keep on supply, even if my life depended on it--band-aids! My kids love band-aids. They love all kinds: brown ones, clear ones, SpongeBob ones, Dora ones, Scooby ones...you name it, they love it. I literally have to hide them, because any time they bump themselves, they go in search of a band-aid. There won't be the inkling of a scrape, and they will want a band-aid.

Once, Evan was trying to jump off of a step stool. He landed with a stunning roll that looked planned. Apparently, it wasn't. He cried, holding his butt, crying that his "butt hurt." And a kiss wasn't good enough. He wanted a band-aid put on his butt. Immediately, he stopped crying, bent over with his butt in the air, and said, "Put band-aid on my butt." Well, if you've ever dealt with a toddler who has been hurt, you'll do just about anything to put a smile back on the toddler's face. So, I put a band-aid on his butt. Just like that, the hurt was gone. Suddenly, both Jadyn and Evan were causing themselves to "fall down" and beg for a band-aid. Jadyn even searched her body for anything resembling a scrape or injury that had not healed yet. Within the hour, the Dora band-aids I bought one day prior were all gone. And the kids were covered in band-aids. But hey, they were smiling, so I figure it was worth it!