My kids are always bumping, scratching, bruising something. It's to be expected, they are after all, normal active kids. Last week, boo-boo bear disappeared. He's our soft bear head shaped ice patch that they reach for whenever they bump. Whether they need it or not, an ice pack is the tied for first as the thing they want when they are hurt. The other item? Band-aids. I had to make a rule that no blood- no band-aid or they'd use them like water. And every time they get hurt, it reminds me of this:
Band-Aids
by Shel Silverstien
I have a Band-Aid on my finger,
One on my knee, and one on my nose,
One on my heel, and two on my shoulder,
Three on my elbow, and nine on my toes.
Two on my wrist, and one on my ankle,
One on my chin, and one on my thigh,
Four on my belly, and five on my bottom,
One on my forehead, and one on my eye.
One on my neck, and in case I might need ‘em
I have a box full of thirty-five more.
But oh! I do think it’s sort of a pity
I don’t have a cut or a sore!
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