Let me set the stage:
The kiddos and I were in the car on the way home from the swimming pool when all of the sudden Patrick begins to WIG OUT! Screaming, crying, yelling. What could be going on in our car that would have him this worked up? I look back and he's holding out his hand and it's barely bleeding and he's crying "it fell off!! It fell off!" He was talking about the scab that was on his hand. It did NOT need immediate attention--but he was persistent that he needed a band-aid right away.
"I need a band-aid...A BAND-AID RIGHT NOW MOMMY!"
I knew I didn't have any band-aids in the car, so I told him he'd be fine until we got home.
"NO, MOMMY--NOW--I NEED A BAND-AID NOW!!!!"
The situation clearly needed to be addressed but I didn't have a band-aid and I wasn't going to pull over at the nearest QT or Walgreens and unload 3 soaking wet kids just to go get a box of band-aids. So we did the best with what we had. I dug around in my purse and made a band-aid with the only thing I had available...
...a tissue and...
....a panty liner.
So I folded up the tissue and stuck it to the sticky side of the liner and wrapped it around his hand. He was soothed and actually LOVED the homemade band-aid and refused to take it off when we got home. He never questioned what it was that I stuck onto his hand...he believed me when I told him that all I had was a 'giant' band-aid.
WM was laughing so hard I thought he was going to spew beer out of his nose--seeing his son so proudly walk in with a panty liner stuck to his hand.
Patrick has two sisters--I have a feeling this won't be the last time he has a run in with a feminine hygiene product.
Hope you have a great weekend!!!!
Oh--my answer to What Would You Rather Do? Wednesday? I'd wear ice skates. They're prettier.