A mere week shy of his ten-month birthday and William has already had his first band aid-necessary boo boo. To be fair, I'm not typically a band aid type of person, and this scratch (which I think he got by trying to stick his hand under the fridge? I'm actually not entirely sure) hardly warranted any sort of protection, but it was bleeding just enough that my hyper-active kid was bound to smear blood on something. And at the time it seemed like less work to put a band aid over his finger than deal with trying to clean blood out of clothes (or the couch or the carpet). What I didn't take into consideration was the fact that he would be unwilling to hold still long enough for me to get the band aid over the scratch, not to mention the fact that the band aid--once attached--would be greatly fascinating to him.
And, like all things he is interested in, the finger with the band aid went straight into his mouth.
Paranoid mother that I am, I watched him like a hawk for the next ten minutes because I was afraid he was going to suck that band aid right off and choke on it. Thankfully, he lost interest in it fairly quickly after realizing that it wasn't going to do anything (and after sucking off all the "new" taste of course). Hopefully this isn't a harbinger of more accidents to come, but knowing who his father is, I'm willing to bet that he'll have stitches or a broken bone at least once before kindergarten. Joy.
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