I chuckle at the illusion, at the simplicity of her complete faith in the trusty Band-Aid

I

think it’s time for me to invest in Band-Aids. At the rate our two-year-old is applying them to her little body, we will have spent more on Band-Aids in the past month than any other ingle product in our home.

There’s something so entertaining about watching her run to the designated bathroom drawer each time she acquires a slight boo-boo, fixated on the one solution to her pain. I particularly love it when a Band-Aid perches atop her frizzy curls, almost a full inch from the supposed boo-boo on her head, its healing powers still intact.

If someone offends her, it’s the Band-Aid she seeks for reassurance and safety. If she’s scared, the Band-Aid will of course fix all.