In our house, we go through Band-Aids like we go through water. The kids just can’t get enough. We’ve had to put the ‘no blood, no Band-Aid’ rule in place. Since it’s institution, blood is now met with gushing tears and the inevitable, sobbing demand for Band-Aid. The other day, Finn scraped his leg, saw blood, and got (or earned or won) a Band-Aid.
Finn: I love Band-Aids. Opening the package is like unwrapping a tiny little present.
Laura: Are they the best presents you’ve ever opened?
Finn: Um, no.