Killing a Fly with a Ukulele: A phobia of band-aids

I am the Mum.
If life was a circus, I would be the plate-juggling lady with monkeys on her shoulders who stands on one leg on a horse's back as it canters around the ring.

I am the Writer.
I use too many commas, dashes and dot-dot-dots, and I often start sentences with conjunctions because I like my blog to look the way it sounds in my mind.

I am the Hero.
Life is a bit like a superhero action comic, except that the superheroes are tiny children dressed in super-suits who possess no actual powers, while I just get them food, break up fights and clean their super-suits.

07 December 2009

A phobia of band-aids

('Band-Aid' = sticking plaster)

A small fear, requiring a bona-fide "Shrek Band-Aid" (Feb 2008)

has become a full-blown kicking screaming phobia, requiring a bona-fide "Buzz Lightyear Band-Aid." (Nov 2009)

And Daddy is good at making both.

7 comments:

Scurrette said...: what a multitalented daddy!; 07 December, 2009 20:05
Allegro ma non troppo said...: What's he doing to hurt his right foot so much? Hopping on knives?; 07 December, 2009 20:58
The Accidental Housewife said...: Oh wow, that's awesome. Daddy rocks!; 07 December, 2009 22:10
Alison said...: I'm glad his dad is good at drawing on Band-Aids, because I certainly wouldn't be if my kids started needing pictures on theirs!; 08 December, 2009 04:36
Jen said...: Daddy's are good at so many things.

I will not show this to my kids, then they will want one. ;); 08 December, 2009 05:00
Silindile Ntuli said...: With a talented father like that, even I wouldn't mind a little knife hopping;); 08 December, 2009 07:04
Swift Jan said...: What cool bandaids!!; 08 December, 2009 07:06

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07 December 2009

A phobia of band-aids

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