Bambaids

In our house, the rare injuries that actually need a bandaid get the regular skin colored boring bandaid, that usually stays on for about 15 minutes until the pain is gone and the kids decide the bandaid is just in the way. On rare occasions we get "fun" bandaids. They typically come from super special people like Santa and the Easter Bunny and every once in a blue moon from us. These are usally more for fun than function and don't ever last very long. Well Mother's Day morning the kids and I were at Target and I was feeling particularly generous. So we left Target with these:




You might wonder why these don't last very long. It's because Hailey and Tyler end up looking like this:


And no, there aren't actually any injuries under there. Hailey LOVES, LOVES, LOVES, opening up the bandaids. You know the two pieces of paper that are stuck together that you have to open up before you even see the bandaid?? She loves them. And she calls bandaids, bambaids, which in her voice is the cutest thing ever. She's been saying it over and over and over again and it still makes me smile every time. You'd think with her legs looking like this she'd be a happy camper but we had multiple fits today when I finally drew the line and said enough was enough for one day.