Elizabeth has a huge, gross bruise on her shin right now. It has a cut in the middle of it and is clearly the result of her crashing into something. But it should tell you something about my child in that I do not even know what she did to get this fairly disgusting injury. It’s winter so she’s been wearing long pants and we didn’t see it when it happened. She is both crazy and tough and usually has at least one sob worth injury per day. So we don’t always know which one caused the injury.
Anyway, I noticed the bruise three days ago, she noticed it yesterday, and today, she insisted on putting a bandaid on it. I pulled on out and it turned out to be a random Strawberry Shortcake bandaid. I don’t even know where it came from- I’ve never bought Strawberry Shortcake bandaids and we only had the one. Anyway, she was charmed and delighted. “Mama! It’s Blueberry! Blueberry Muffin on my bandaid!” She stuck it on herself and wore it all afternoon and then at bedtime, insisted that we remove it.
I suggested that she might like to keep it on until tomorrow, but no, she wanted it off and she wanted it off RIGHT NOW. So we pulled it off and I told her to throw it away. But it stuck to her fingers so I showed her how to fold it in half so it would stick to itself.
And just now, after she had been in bed for almost two hours (she’s been having trouble falling asleep lately, but that’s a blog post for another time), I heard screaming. Lots of screaming.
I went in to see what the matter was. She was sobbing and hyperventilating. Because she missed her bandaid. She was sad that she didn’t have it anymore. She wanted it back.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is Elizabeth.