On Saturday, we went down and spent the day with my mom. We had lunch where my brother works and then headed to Target because I needed to pick up a few things. One item we needed was band aids. I decided to let the kids pick out two kinds. David picked out Sponge Bob (who I believe to be the devil himself, just yellow) and Madalyn picked out Disney Princess. We have already gone through nearly half the box of princess band aids in two days time. Every time she falls, which is quite frequently, she believes she needs one. "I got bleed," she'll say, pointing to non-existent bloodied scrapes. We have gone round and round this morning and it's only nine.
What was I thinking???? Shouldn't I know better by now????