A few weeks ago, poor Logan had an unfortunate incident with a friend's dog and he got his first real 'boo-boo.' He was a little shaken up at first at the sight of the blood but did really well allowing Jason and I to clean it up and bandage him. In fact, he became incessant that we clean the boo-boo with alcohol swabs and put on a new band-aid at least once a day. He also became quite the drama queen when I was around for extra attention. He would dramatically limp, pout, and say, "Mama - hurt," indicating that he needed some extra love. Initially, I fell for it (and didn't mind the extra cuddles I had to put out), but then it got a little excessive. Limping to the point I had to carry him and acting as if he might just loose the leg! I determined it was a scam when he and Jason played t-ball shortly after the incident and he frolicked through the yard with no problems what so ever. Seriously, where do they learn these things? Or is it just something they are born to do?!
Somehow we've been lucky enough to make it past two years old before Logan had to sport his first band-aid. But the time came, and he's worn the band-aid proudly. Now, to convince him not to wear the oh-so-cool band-aid any longer, that's a whole different story...
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