Crisis Averted

Tonight Taylor came in the house screaming as though he had an arm lobbed off. I still can't tell you what happened to the kid but I can tell you this- he was hurt and not a kiss from mommy or a popsicle from daddy was going to solve the crisis. Through his death screams, we could only make out one word. "BANDAID". Really, what's up with that? Don't they really just make things worse, kind of soggy-like? I think they are gross but in the world of a 4-year-old, they are a necessity. He had cut the inside of his mouth with his teeth so Dave says "Taylor, we can't put a bandaid inside your mouth" which was met with more traumatized screaming. Generally when there is no blood to be found, I spend 10 minutes talking him out of a bandaid (it's the principle of the thing) but I felt bad for him because there really was blood- it just wasn't in a bandaidable (is that a word?) spot. This is what we settled on:

I'm thinking he looks a little Hitler-esque- not a good look on anyone but it silenced the death scream. So tonight we send out 'kudos' to the makers of Bandaids everywhere. Thanks for making my life just a little quieter!