My Band-Aid Boy
Braeden’s forehead had a run-in with a wooden block a few days ago (a certain older brother had thrown it). This resaulted in a nice little wound. Last night we put some more Neosporin on it and dressed it with a new Band-Aid. I said, “there you go Braeden, you get a nice new Band-Aid”. To which he replied with a big grin and, “Sank Ooo”!








