What’s the deal with Band-Aids? If you are a parent or a child care worker then you know there are magic healing powers inside band-aids. These special healing powers rival the secret magic of a mom’s kiss.
When my kids come running to me crying about their latest bump, my go-to reaction is “Here, let me kiss it.” 9 times out of 10 they are miraculously healed (A dad’s kiss is pretty good too, in case you didn’t know). But what about that 10th time? Every so often a bonk is so bad my kids won’t want my kisses. They call out for reinforcements. They want a Band-aid!
Stubbed toe? Band-aid. Hit with toy? Band-aid. Bit their own lip? Band-aid. Whacked their head? Band-aid. (They don’t know about band-aids pulling your hair yet) Pinched finger? Band-aid. Found a freckle on their arm? Band-aid. Their sibling put on a band-aid? Band-aid.
That’s the other thing, as soon as one kid decides he or she needs a band-aid there is a group hysteria that ensues where everyone is frantically searching their body for any old cut, scratch, bruise, birthmark or smear of dirt that they can point out to me as proof they too need a band-aid.
Back in my day (make sure in your head you read that last sentence while imagining me sitting up straight with my shoulders back, nose slightly in the air shaking my head with a snooty voice) band-aids were boring and ugly. You didn’t want one of those ugly shiny tan plasticy things on your body. Plus, when you took them off you lost 5 layers of skin.
Now band-aids are glorified stickers with fun characters on them and they don’t seem to hurt when they are taken off. Actually, they seem to fall off far too easily, requiring another band-aid. I’m sure this was all some clever marketing trick to use more band-aids. I must say, it’s working quite brilliantly because we go through roughly a box of band-aids a week.
Well played Band-aid, well played!
How about your house? Any magic cure-alls you have that could help us break our band-aid dependency?