Sweetpea has had a love affair with the band-aid box for quite some years now, and is allowed to get out her own, open it, apply it wherever necessary, and dispose of the little flips and flitters of wrappings. She gets boxes of Tinker Bell and Dora and Cinderella bandaids in her Christmas stocking, Easter Basket, etc., like other kids get candy. She long ago christened them "bang-dades," which seems a particularly appropriate malapropism.
She was playing a serious game of Triage when we had breakfast yesterday, and applied quite a few to one and all present, and I noticed that when her Daddy came in from work in the afternoon, he was still sporting a fancy green Tinker Bell bandaid around one finger. Kinda sweet, actually.
Of course, this fascination has led to a great number of sticker-books and all their attendant embellishments---if it will peel and stick to something, she's your girl. Yesterday, she was very quiet for a while as I was busy in the kitchen. I emerged to take a peek, and there she was, sitting in "her" chair watching Fifi and the Flowertots, her lap filled by a sticker book the size of a dictionary, and all totted up with stickers up and down her pants legs and shirt sleeves. The piece de resistance, though, was the personal decoration.
Y'all have a good day, now---Me and Miss Hanna Belle Lecter will be over here having some butterbeans and a nice Sealtest.