Oh, the pain!

So, the boy child has injured himself...again. Yes, it happens all the time...sometimes several times throughout the day! This week he ran into the corner of our kitchen counter. Did I mention he ran into it fast enough that his little chest actually bled? I, of course, immediately responded by procuring the Band-aids from their hiding place. In our household, no matter the injury, no matter the pain, a Band-aid or a ziploc full of ice will cure all ills befalling you. However, the sticky healers must be placed in just the right place or it's healing power fades dramatically. Hence the reason we, as mature adults, make sure to ask, "Would you like Mommy [Daddy] to put it on or do you want to?" Almost always the children choose the accuracy of their own germ-filled hands. This, too, was the case after the counter injury.

In proud display of his Band-aiding capabilities, Thomas came to show me how he had stuck the little piece of magic in just the right spot...
As he was making this gleeful announcement, "Look, Momma, it was a BIIIIGGG boo-boo," I looked up to see the Band-aid sticking 4 inches or so below the actual injury....taped across his right nipple.
"Yes, son. That is indeed a big boo-boo."