I came bounding down the stairs the other day, and found sweet, just awakened Mo’. She had tears in her eyes, her shirt pulled up, and a big, honkin’ band-aid strapped across her mid-flank.
Me: ”What’s Up Mo’?“
Mo: ”This thing!” [pointing at BIG band-aid] “It won’t come off!”
Me: [Swooping in like I know how to do business] “Let me take a looksee…“
Mo: ”AAAAHHHHH don’t touch it! It hurts!!! Mom… I thought you knew what you were doing! Don’t you get paid to do stuff like this?“
Now. I know band-aids. I have two kids, am an RN, and in the 40-ish age of life… That band-aid was S. T. U. C. K. So I did what all RNs do with stuck band-aids. I grabbed an alcohol swab from my pocket to ‘dab‘ on the tape, to loosen it. Big Mistake. Crickey Moses in Heaven. Big mistake. That girl, jumped 4 feet high and I thought she was gonna round-house me! We were finally able to squint, yank, and pooter [her not me] and it came loose.
There was the biggest adhesive burn on Marvelous Mo’s abdomen. I asked her where she got the duct-tape band-aid and she said:
Mo: ”Dad’s car!“
Me: ”Dad’s car? Are they old or something? Been in the car too long? Generic?” [now looking at Hubs with a hand on the hip and peering out over the top of my glasses. Hubs had just walked into the room, completely unaware, peering for an escape hatch].
Mo’: ”Who cares? Now I need a band-aid for a stupid band-aid.” [left room]
So Mo’ wasn’t too concerned, but I was. Why did this girl’s skin react like this to a band-aid? I immediately asked Dad to go get the box of band-aids in his car (to check expiration date and the type of band-aid) like I was the band-aid-patrol. Here is what he brought me:
Anyone see anything wrong with using this band-aid on a 7 year old? Could it be that they have Gorilla glue on ‘em, perhaps? Well I guess. But guess what? It was disclosed during the Hubs-Inquisition that those are his private stock and he “hides” them in his car from lil’ made-up-boo-boo-bandaid-bandits!” Mo’ got that band-aid by herself. That’s right. Hubs has reached genius status, yet again. I NEVER hide my things from the lil’ 4 and 7 year-old thieves. Quite the dilemma, however, as I don’t think I have anything that is just mine. I must work on that, and think bigger than band-aids….










