Band-aids

Most kids, I'm told, like to wear band-aids and think they are cool...not Garrett. He acts like it is the end of the world when you need to put a band-aid on him. Recently, he was playing in the pool at my mother-in-laws when he slipped and fell, and scraped his chin pretty bad. The next day, he was messing around and fell again on the same spot, this time cracking it open wider and definitely needing a band-aid.

It took both me and Fred to put a little neosporin and a band-aid on his chin. You would of thought that we were pouring alcohol in his cut and performing surgery on it without anesthesia. He was truly freaking out! I was trying to be calm throughout the whole thing, even though it was making my stomach upset hearing him scream bloody murder, and seeing all the blood, but I kept myself together enough to tell him repeatedly that he was alright, the band-aid was not going to hurt him, and that it would help his boo-boo heal. At the time, it did not seem like he was hearing anything that I said because he just kept on screaming at the top of his lungs.

A couple days later, however, I was getting ready for work and I overheard him saying, "this is a band-aid and it won't hurt, it is going to make your boo-boo heal" I looked up to see him sticking my post-it notes all over his face as his band-aids.






He was even willing to help Brett out and put a couple band-aids on his boo-boos!


I smiled to myself, realizing that some of what you teach them actually does stick :o)