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Band-Aids = Fashion Statements

Yesterday, my four year old came to me bleeding. She was hopping around with one foot in her hand crying huge drops that actually splashed as they fell. I expected a trail of blood to be stained into the carpet behind her. No. It took me a good thirty seconds to see the pinprick of blood once she was pointing it out.

The point of all her dramatics? A Band-Aid. "Please, oh please, can I have a Band-Aid?" And not just any Band-Aid. "A pink Barbie one with purple flowers and yellow hearts. NO, not the purple one with blue flowers. GOSH!" Apparently, Band-Aids are a coveted fashion statement--something my four year old makes herself bleed to get (she picks her scabs).

"Don't pick it, you'll bleed!" I tell her. "I wrote a book about this, as you might recall." She just keeps crying until I get her the right Band-Aid.

I also occasionally find the baby with Barbie Band-Aids stuck to his belly button.

If this four year old ever becomes a nurse watch your scabs and learn to love Barbie. Better yet, keep her running around by demanding some sort of special Band-Aid with specific characteristics. I will be the one snickering in the waiting room as she tries to accomodate you.
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