Mo wiped out on her bike the other day and scraped her knee pretty badly. She was crying so hard that our nice neighbor heard her and carried her home (By the way, she is my one who hates the sight of blood, especially her own). The kiddos had early release that day and, since I was still at school, Daddy had to play nurse and clean, then dress her wound.
After using most of a lot of peroxide and antibiotic ointment, he managed to get several bandages to stick to her little knee. I'll refrain from mentioning how many did not stick!
Poor Mo! Her tears started all over again when I got home and saw her...I felt bad for her, but I couldn't help giggling at Daddy's nursing job. Of course, as big as she is, she's still my baby and kisses from Mama made it all better. At least the bandages stayed on all night, but I'm still not sure how she could walk;-)
