I Surrender

What is it about band-aids? They are the cure all for all that ails young ones. They bump their arm, they want a band-aid. They knock their head, they want a band-aid. They scrap their knee, and they want a band-aid. To them band-aids heal all pains, blood or no blood.

Being the Mean Mommy I would not let them have a band-aid for every little bump, knock or scrap. I would explain that "no they cannot have a band-aid, there is no blood, and therefore the band-aid will do no good." "But Mommy," they wail, "it H-U-R-T-S!" All their whining has finally worn me down made me realize that the overuse of band-aids is not important. In fact, a band-aid for an invisible bobo makes that bobo disappear a lot faster then not receiving a band-aid. Just please, pick up the wrappers and put them in the trash can.