My little family is quickly increasing the price of stock in Band-aids all by ourselves. So hurry and call your stock brokers.
Karaia's legs look as if she has been in a recent battle with a thorn lined baseball bat and lost. Not to mention her fingers, elbows, hands, arms, and nearly any place clothing (summer clothing) does not cover. Her biking skills keep improving but so does her dare-devilness.
Beckham tripped today and had a run in with a very grumpy tree branch. There was a bit of skin still on the gouge that needed to come off, but all he wanted was a band aid. I calmly explained to him the skin needed to come off first. HE informed me that I would NOT be touching his wound, but that he really, really, REALLY wanted me to call Nurse Meghan (my sister who happens to be a nurse) to come and fix him.
"I just want Nurse Meghan!!!! WAAAAAAA!!!!! Don't touch it!!!! Call Nurse Meghan!!!"
I finally distracted him enough to get it off myself, but he still wanted to call Nurse Meghan and inform her that his Mother, of all people, actually tried to perform obvious medical procedures that require years of training. She tried to stand up for me, but I'm pretty sure I'm still on his black list and that my medical malpractice hearing has already been scheduled.