A Band-Aid Makes Everything Better

When I pick G up from school it is no uncommon that he has done something that required a band-aid. His wild antics are always causing cuts, bumps and bruises. Thus, earlier this week when I went to pick him up and he had a band-aid on his elbow, I thought little of it.

However, that same evening that he hurt his elbow, I was frantically getting ready for a meeting. As I was rushing around the house, I was paying little attention to the fact that G was digging the the cabinet where we keep movies and games. I figured there was little that he could hurt in the cabinet...

I do not know why I assume things about him...

When I walk back through the living room, I hear some bizarre cracking noise and then G screams "Oh no! Daddy is going to be mad at me!" I run to survey the damage.

True, he had broken a PS2 game in 1/2, but I was not that concerned because I hated the gamed to begin with. I thought it was violent and stupid. However, I did not think that if I expressed these thoughts that G would ever learn that he should not do what he had been doing. So, I say, "Oh, G, Daddy is going to be upset. I know that was a game he liked. I do not know what is going to happen. I am disappointed in your actions. I know you know it is not okay to be in that cabinet."

He said, "I'm sorry Mommy. I will fix it."

"G, you cannot fix it. It is broken in 1/2."

"No, Mommy, I can. I have and idea..." And, with that, he ran into his room with the broken game and I continued my mad rush to get ready for my meeting.

So, now I am leaving, and this is what I am presented with...
How could one not laugh.