This morning, I was going to make Evan and myself some pancakes. He went down to layout all the items needed...while I used the bathroom. I heard him start screaming for a bandaid and hurried down. He was sitting in the front foyer at the bottom of the stairs, hollering for a bandaid.
Now when he falls/scrapes ...he needs a bandaid. Whether it is truly neccesary or not. He NEEDS one. As soon as he gets on on the these bloodless scrapes, he's calm again.
Only today...there was certainly reason to scream. I about died. And of course, none of the neighbors or close friends were home. I called my mom on her cell phone and she laughed.
E had caught his toe on the step up from the family room...and there is a big C-shaped cut...right to his nail. It wasn't really open..but it was cut. Ugh. So I cleaned it up with hydrogen peroxide...neosporin...bandaids. Praying the entire time. He wore a sock and covered shoes today.
Fastforward to about an hour ago....
E walks in..says that his bandaid fell off "somewhere." I took a look...
And then called my friend who was trained to be a nurse. UGH..GROSS!
Hopefully it will heal as fast as my poor finger. But I really don't think he can play soccer or go camping. The boys' feet are sopping wet the entire weekend when they camp.
Sounds like he needs some comfort.