This morning Maggie took an unfortunate little tumble off the coffee table. She's really rather spazzy at times. I mean, there she was, sitting perfectly fine, and then she just simply turned. But apparently she turned with too much umph and the laws of physics worked against her. Next thing I know she's booty up in the neighbors yard. (Name that movie reference, sans the swear). Ok, not the neighbors yard, but between the table and the chair. She hit her head and was SURE she was mortally wounded. the ONLY thing that was going to make this better was a bandaid. So, after I properly loved on her and kissed her owie, I expertly applied this bandaid. She was instantly soothed and all was well with the world. What is it about bandaids that make kids so happy? And the best part...within about 10 minutes, she always says "it's allll better Mom", and rips the bandaid off, and that's regardless of wether or not there is blood involved. Ahhh kids, how I do love 'em.
Bandaids and boo boos,