There is just something about band-aids that make one feel better. I don’t know exactly what it is but they are magical. Even if my scratch or little paper cut does not require medical assistance or worse…a Band-aid, my first reaction is to go get one and put that bad boy on.
Last week at work I cut myself and yelled, OUCH, I need a band-aid! (Ha-Ha) When I realized what I had said I started cracking up at myself. Ryan often makes fun of my band-aid obsession and is quick to point out that I should go get one anytime I “hurt myself” so when this happened I immediately thought about how rediculous I actually sound to him. HaHa. and HaHa again (this is me re-enacting it i.
Well, I guess to prove that I am NOT the only person in the world that feels instant relief when I wrap that amazing thing around my finger… here is a little story about something I overheard at lunch today.
Me in the kitchen making my lunch while a co-worker enjoys lunch with her husband and young child…
Dad: He was crying so hard at the doctors today when he was getting his shot. His jacked was soaked from his tears.
Mom: Oh, poor thing! Did it hurt?
Son: Yes mom, but I feel much better now!
Mom: You do?
Son: Yes.. I have a band-aid!
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