As referenced yesterday, sometimes desperate times require desperate measures - and, my desperate measure is to give my toddler band-aids. Not every day. Not all the time. In desperation. When I need just a few minutes for whatever and she is resisting all other efforts. Band-aids are her drug. It can take her from meltdown to zen in a matter of seconds. Sure, it's wasteful. And, that doesn't sit easy with me. But, in the scheme of things, it seems, well, acceptable. Here is what happened during my shower yesterday.
I used band-aids with Quincy all the time when he was that age. They are magical to toddlers (and mothers of toddlers!)
ReplyDeleteI've known kids obsessed with bandaids and have given them boxes of bandaids for gifts! Gideon likes an occasional one "just for fun" too. I'm 36 and still in love with cartoon bandaids!
ReplyDeleteDoes she like stickers too?