Hmmm...Where is that boo-boo?

There is a reason that I never have band aids in my house. My kids are addicted to them. If they feel the slightest twinge or pain, it must immediately be covered with a band aid. Never mind that the purpose of a band aid is to cover an exposed area of flesh or to soak up a little blood. My kids think that band aids cure all ailments real or imagined. Tummy ache? Get a band aid. Sore throat? It might help...

Landry came tearing into the back door screaming "Mommy, Mommy!" I used to move more quickly to these calls. Experience has taught me to calm down a smidge.

"What is wrong?" I asked her.

"I need a band aid. I fell and scratched myself!" Still slightly hysterical.

"Let me see. Where did you hurt yourself?"

She dramatically yanked up her dress to show me where her leg was falling off. Nothing. Her leg was completely bare and unscathed. She stopped and looked at her leg. "Hmm..." she says as she looked over the other leg as though maybe the scratch jumped over to the other side. "Now where did that boo-boo go?"