Wednesday, September 7, 2011


Some time last week you had an owie on one of your fingers, and it was messing with stuff that would normally be a piece of cake.

So, I broke out the Dora the Explorer bandaids and put one on your little owie.


Apparently, it messed you up more than your owie ever did.

It was off within 2 minutes, and you came running to me again, exclaiming, "Mama, Owie."

I put a second one on, and guess what? THAT was off in 2 minutes too.

After the third one ( this time a generic bandaid ) came off, and you weren't complaining too much, I figured that it might just save both our sanities to not mess with any more bandaids.

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