Tycen was carrying a decently heavy box of books this morning against my warnings. He dropped it (of course) and ended up with a scrape. It didn't really necessitate a band aid, but he ended up with one anyway. With kids, as many of you know, one tiny speck of blood = band aid.
So, Tanis is jealous. She asks for a band aid. I tell her no. What does she do? She approaches the offending box, picks it up and proceeds to drop it on her foot.
Oh, that girl.
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