When it comes to kid injuries, Band-Aids can fix anything. If only they weren’t so dang expensive. Tootles had been having a crash boom bang day by dinnertime already tonight when he pinched his finger between his chair and the table. The wails were followed by blubbering begs for that traditional toddler cure-all. There was no blood at all, and if we gave Tootles a Band-Aid even half as often as he asked for one, I’d need a second job just to pay for them all.
So I said, “Hey, Tootles, I know what you need!”
He paused his wails long enough to see what I had in mind.
I pulled a spaghetti noodle out of the pot and said, “A macaroni band-aid!”
He shook his head. “No. I want a Bam-baid!”
“This is a Band-Aid!” I said, “It’s a macaroni Band-Aid. Don’t you want it for your finger?”
He shook his head.
“Alright,” I said, “I’ll just give it to Squeaker then.” Then I held the noodle out to nine-month-old Squeaker, who’s flailing hands caught it mid-swing and mashed it to her mouth before Tootles had a chance to protest.
There were a few silent seconds (other than the sound of vigorous Squeaker slurps), and then another scream from Tootles. “I want it! I want it!”
Now, of course I wasn’t about to take macaroni from a baby, but I did use the daddy slight-of-hand trick that involved taking another noodle from the pot and making a motion as if taking the noodle from Squeaker. It almost backfired when Squeaker was also momentarily fooled by the trick, but finding that her noodle was still hanging safely from her mouth, she commenced slurping her prize. Then I coiled the “recovered” noodle around Tootles’ sore finger.
By the end of dinner, the Band-Aid had been devoured and the soreness had been forgotten.
I think this opens a whole new world for toddler Band-Aid treatment.