Bandaid

He came down the stairs and announced, “The Banana needs a bandaid.”

I looked for a bandaid in the kitchen cupboard, but we were out. “I don’t have any down here. I think there are some in the white drawer in the bathroom. Can you see if you can find one for her?”

He disappeared.

A few minutes later he came down with two bandaids in his chubby little fist. “The Banana can’t get the wrapper off.”

Suddenly things seemed a little suspicious, but I decided to play along just to see what would happen.

I took the wrapper off the bandaid.

“Here, take this up to The Banana. Does she need help?”

“She not need help.”

He disappeared back up the stairs.

A minute later he was back, and there was a bandaid on his arm.

“I got fried in the mud kitchen and now I’m healing.”

He kept the bandage for four days until he went swimming and I made him take it off so it didn’t fall off.