A few weeks ago, Oma and Opa were babysitting. Oma got a blister so she put a bandaid on her foot. Ever since then, every once in awhile, J tells me he needs a bandaid for his foot “just like Oma.” So today when he was in the bath and told me he needed one, I tried to explain that it wouldn’t stick while he was wet. That apparently was not getting through, so we fashioned a “bandaid” out of a washcloth.
My Everyday Life 