Sometimes a bandaid is all you need

Arden is four and a half (under the age of ten or so, that half is *very* important). He is firmly convinced that a bandaid will fix anything that ails you. Cold? "You need a bandaid!" Headache? "You need a bandaid!" Microscopic scrape on the chin, so tiny that it's hard to tell if there was an injury in the first place?

Well...



There are days I wish all of my problems could be fixed so easily. At the same time, I am tickled to be able to make things better so easily, so I buy up bandaids in all shapes, sizes and colors in case of emergency. And I'll admit to getting a kick out of wearing the occasional Fairly Oddparents bandage myself ;-)