In true 3-year old fashion, she refused to keep a band-aid on it. In true dirty-kid-wound fashion, the damn thing got infected and developed a pus pocket. Mr. Awesomeness was left with the honors of pinning her down to clean that out. Hurk!
It's finally healed (thanks StaphAseptic!) but now she's done a 180 with her stance on band aids. Now she Must. Have. One. Not only have we created a band aid monster, but now she wants all of her boo-boos kissed.
Much better! Thank you!She even wants us to kiss the ones on her tushie. (No, we don't kiss her butt.)
She also clutches her arm protectively whenever her Dada approaches her now. Yikes! It doesn't help that I giggle at this... She clasps her little hand over her elbow owie and asks him in this little pitiful voice, "Is it much better?" He has to reassure her every day that it, in fact, is much better.
Hope that blows over soon.
2 comments:
Yep..... She's a girl........ a future charter member of The Drama Queen Club.....
take the advice of one who's raised her own awonderful, full of life, opinionated, Drama Queen on wheels.....
stock up on the xanax and Margarita mix now.....
I'm a lightweight, so I have 2 bottles of Aleve and some pineapple flavored Parrot Bay rum. :D
And yes, she's a certified, pedigreed Drama Queen. She sported her first pout before she was smiling.
I wish I was kidding.
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