Big Sister is obsessed with bandaids. Thinks she should have one for every little "boo boo" on her body. However, she knows the motto: No blood, no bandaid.
Big Sister does not like the motto.
So, she gets her sympathy elsewhere. Last week, she came out of her caseworker's office with a bandaid on a (nonexistent) cut. She was upset that our caseworker only had plain bandaids, not princess ones.
At a Christmas party the other day, she showed me the teeeeeeeniest cut. "I need a bandaid." "No blood, no bandaid, silly." Then she pressed her finger onto her white tights, creating the teeeeeeeniest red dot. "See? There's blood." "hm, not enough for a bandaid though."
The party went on and chaos ensued (in the form of vomit from one of the kids). After leaving the room to take care of that, I came out to find a Little Pet Shop bandaid on someone's finger. Hmmmm.
Apparently, not everyone has the same motto and Sister lucked out.
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