poor little boy

i have a sobbing three year old on my lap as i type this one-handed at a very tricky angle. he fell down, i think, and got a gash/scratch on his leg. about the length of my index finger. on his inner thigh. im not sure how it happened, since we're inside and it was on carpet, but i think a piece of thick cardboard puzzle may have been involved.

the interesting thing is that the wound didnt bother him.

the bandaid did.

as soon as i took him into the bathroom to clean it up, he started screaming "no bandaid!! i dont want a bandaid!!" hes terrified of them for some reason. always has been.

i even bought him some fantastic kid-sized wiggles bandaids with all the different wiggles characters on them, and they scare him too. wasnt a complete waste though, because ive discovered they are the EXACT right size to put on the burns i get on my knuckles/finger joints when i cook (i am CLUMSY), without wrapping all the way around my fingers and immobilising them.

so anyway. the gash/scratch is so long one bandaid wouldnt do, so i had to get scissors and cut a long strip from the bandaid roll, and i could hear him screaming from the other end of the house - "i dont want a bandaid!!!!" sob sob sob - from where i'd left him on the bathroom sink. and the screams got LOUDER when i took the bandaid roll out of the cupboard. what must the neighbours think?

and now my little one is curled up on my lap, all cried out and trying not to fall asleep. "i dont want to have a little nap" as the eyes start drooping and rolling upwards....

crying takes a lot out of you.