Now, since little Bobby boy is a big boy now and he knows things, he wants to help too. So when i get hurt, Bobby boy asks me, "Bambaid? Want a Bambaid Mumma?". Then, he takes it upon himself to go to the bambaid drawer and get one for me. He gets plenty of fanfare and "Oh, my sweet baby!!", from me!
This week Bobby boy got a boo-boo himself. Now he's a big boy. So even though little miss Haana put a bambaid for him, Bobby boy decided this is something he has to do himself. So he went back to the bambaid drawer, found another bambaid, ripped it out from its packaging and put it on. At first, the bambaid wasn't put on just right. He needed to get just one more bambaid to make it just right. I'm not sure how many bambaids were sacrificed in this process. All i saw was a wasteland of bambaid packaging and a content and satisfied Bobby boy. Well, at least the boo-boo will heal. I put more bambaids on the grocery list!
