Yep, I Did That

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Always tell the truth.  That way you don't have to
remember what you said. 
~Mark Twain
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Madison loves band aids almost as much as she loves drama.  Immediately when I got home the other day, she rushed to me to show she'd fallen down.  I checked out her skinned knee and did all the appropriate mommy stuff.  I asked if she was OK, kissed her boo-boo, even propped her knee up on a pillow when she complained that it hurt.  However, the one thing that annoys me most is she will wear a band aid either until it falls off from the filth or is covered in lint from her pants.  It drives me crazy! 

A couple of days later, she was getting into the shower.  I asked if she wanted to remove her band-aid and here came the storm!  She has been known to scream through a band aid removal until I tell her it was removed 5 minutes ago so she can stop crying.  I was not ready for the screaming and arguing.  This tactic came to my mind and played itself out before I could even think about what was happening. 

Madison hates doctors almost as much as she hates removing band aids.  She asked me if she would have to see the doctor because of her knee.  I told her only if she didn't get it clean and it got infected.  After explaining what infected meant (and no, I did not tell her she would lose a leg) I knew the next question she would ask.  This was playing out perfectly. 

"Will I need a shot?"  she asked.

This was my chance.  Band aid removal minus the screaming.  "You might if it gets really infected and dirty," I replied. 

That band aid came off quicker than I've ever seen!  No screaming.  No crying.  Just simple!  Ah, life was good.  I made it all OK in my mind because I never really used the shot thing to my advantage.  I didn't mention it but rather Madison did.  So, that made it OK. 

Later, daddy asked Madison to tell me about her friend at school who is hiding her lunch money bill from her parents.  Why in the world a 7 year old would do that is completely beyond me?!?!  Daddy explained the importance of not hiding important things and always being honest.   

So, yeah.  We'll keep this one between you and me and cyberspace, right? 

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