Out of the mouth of Babes #26

We're back again with some of the things that the boys have said and this time it is James again that takes centre attention!

 I need a plaster



James has been going through the “everything needs a plaster” stage for quite some time now. It doesn’t matter if he has a big or small cut it needs a plaster.

Sadly for him I cannot financially keep his plaster habit going, especially when he always requests the plasters with Disney characters on that costs double the amount then every other plaster available!

So I have been trying to discuss if he really needs a plaster or not. We look at the “cut” and analyse if he needs a wet compress or a plaster. 90% of the time we find that it is a piece of loose skin around his nail or the most superficial scratch or grazes so negotiations are a little easier.

Yet, there are still moments when he pleads that he MUST have one. This was one of those moments:

James: “Daddy! I have done something to my foot and it’s bleeding and I need a plaster!”

Me: “Is it really bleeding? Can you show me?”

James: “I can’t walk Daddy, it hurts too much and the blood will get everywhere!”

Now, at this time James was in the other room and I was in the middle of cooking dinner. So I turn down the hobs, move the saucepans, hunt for the plasters and head off to see what was actually wrong. Before you think I should have rushed I didn’t hear anything from William like “Daddy, there’s blood everywhere” so I knew it wasn’t too bad! Overall poor James was waiting patiently for about 5 minutes.

Me: “James, where is this cut then?”

James: “erm….I don’t know where it is anymore but it still really hurts!”

Me: “Where does it hurt?”

James: “I don’t remember but it still needs a plaster!”

I examined the foot carefully, I mean really carefully, top to bottom and there isn’t a single mark, scratch or redness. There’s no sign of bleeding and no clear pain when I touched the different areas of the foot.

He still got a plaster though! Sigh.

Facing the fact I look sad

We’ve just had one of our one to one weekends here and this time it was James’ turn.

So, as usual, I went to pick him up from his mums and he joyfully climbs into the car, puts his seatbelt on and says goodbye to his mum.

We were just pulling away from the house and he randomly just came out with this:

James: “Daddy, you may be worried that I am a little sad about something but you don’t need to worry because it’s just my face”

Me: “Ah okay, are you sure you’re not sad about something?”

James: “Yeah I’m sure. Sometimes you have to face the facts Daddy that I just have a naturally sad face”

The strangest thing here though is that he was smiling when he said it!