"I am stuck on Band-Aid 'cause Band-Aid's stuck on me."
I've been singing this jingle all day long. See, last night my house was visited by...
We were sitting in the living room, enjoying an evening of cartoons and computer time, when from the bedroom came the unmistakable sound of Band-Aids being RIPPED OPEN. We looked around at each other wondering what might be going on in the other room. Then we noticed...
Somebody was MISSING from our group of four. Our smallest member had disappeared from our midst without even a clue as to WHO or WHAT might have taken her. Where, oh where, could my precious baby be?
Then we heard it again - RRRIIIIPPPP - followed by the ominous sound of low giggling.
We ventured slowly into the bedroom to investigate the noise, (Imagine me hiding behind my big, strong husband here....) and THIS is what we found.
(Okay - the pictures weren't taken IN the bedroom, but work with me here...okay...)
The Band-Aid Bandit had invaded our house and whisked away our little Marisa in order to cover her with Band-Aids. (Thankfully, this particular box of Band-Aids were free with the clever use of coupons... so the cost of this particular was nil.)
Marisa - appearing to be unscathed, but covered in Band-Aids - made a trip upstairs to see Nurse Grandma.
After a thorough examination and x-rays...
... Nurse Grandma declared that Marisa has a clean bill of health and would not need to visit the hospital to deal with any possible injuries that might have been hiding under all those Band-Aids.
Marisa was very pleased with this diagnosis.
Mommy has learned that there is no place that is safe from the