Jake: "I need a band-aid." (insert fake, pitiful cry)
Me: "Where is your owie?"
Jake: "Wight hewe." (pointing to one that is scabbed over)
Me: "Jake, it already has a scab. You don't need a band-aid."
Jake: "Oh. I hab owie wight hewe." (pointing to a different area, with no visible wound)
Me: "There is nothing there, Jakie."
Jake: (points to yet a different spot, the site of yet another invisible wound) "Wight hewe."
Me: "Jake...you don't need a band-aid because you don't have an owie there."
Jake: Looking pitiful and moaning, "But it HUWTS!"
Me: Cracking up and giving in..."OK--let me fix you up."
"It HUWTS!"
It's a $2 box of stickers that makes them happy for hours. How can I complain?
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It was Molly's birthday this week and my mom gave her a ton of nursing supplies--real ones! Molly is over the moon and played with them for hours. She and Jillian have been immunizing their bears, doing surgery on them, dispensing medicine, etc. Last night, they packed up all the stuff, and arranged it before bed. I said to them, 'You guys are really having fun with that stuff aren't you?" Molly looked at me and said, "Yes! That was QUITE a present."
