By: Lynnette Hager Bohman
“MOOOOOOM” I cried as I came running into the kitchen.
“I fell” I screamed as I pointed to my dirty knee. “It hurts really bad.
“Ok sweetie. Let me look at it” Mom said as she lifted me up onto the kitchen counter. She wet a paper towel and dabbed my knee to wipe away the dirt. Slowly a bright red scrape began to appear.
“It’s bleeding” I shrieked.
“No it is not” she said calmly. Mom opened the cabinet and grabbed the colorful butterfly band-aids we picked out last week at the store.
“Now hold still” she said. She pulled out a bright pink one and carefully pulled off the sticky strips from the back. She placed the band-aid on my knee and then kissed the top. Just like that my knee felt better.
“How did you do that Mom?” I asked.
“I am the Boo Boo bandit sweetie. All moms are. We steal all the boo Boos and throw them far far away” Mom said with a smile. And with that she kissed my cheek and I went back outside to play.