Will and Kate share a bedroom, which means that we must remove one of them from the room each night in order for either of them to fall asleep. Tonight Kate wandered to our room while I read bedtime stories (apparently she was not interested in hearing Will’s insults to my French accent). She crawled in bed and went to sleep with little fuss.
We should have known something was up.
A few hours later, Paul comes to get me from my computer… NOW IN THE BACK IN THE NEW STUDY… where I am working.
“I tried to move your daughter and she went ‘crunch.'”
“What do you mean, crunch?”
“I think you need to come and see.”
“Is something wrong?”
“I don’t know. She just went crunch.”
I walk in the room and Paul says, “this is what I felt when I picked her up.” He hands me a pile of this:
And we turn on the light to find this:
Explained by this:
And this:
All done by this:
Note to household: this is not a good time for a papercut.
Emmy O'Dwyer | 03-Mar-09 at 1:43 am | Permalink
I LOVE IT!!!! Why do I now want to go apply bandaids to my sleeping children?
That Katie is a little creative mastermind(-;
de | 03-Mar-09 at 7:15 am | Permalink
yup, “little fuss” always = some kind of trouble.
my child would have woken the entire house in alarm during the wee hours, having forgotten s/he applied the dang things in the first place.
alejna | 03-Mar-09 at 10:02 am | Permalink
That’s so funny.
I’m just glad my daughter isn’t reading over my shoulder to see the pictures. She *loves* bandaids…
julie | 03-Mar-09 at 11:04 am | Permalink
That will be THE THING that keeps me smiling through a very long day and night at the theater today. 🙂
Painted Maypole | 03-Mar-09 at 11:39 am | Permalink
what is it with kids and bandaids?
Lucy | 03-Mar-09 at 12:01 pm | Permalink
How adorable!
Janna | 03-Mar-09 at 1:47 pm | Permalink
Every little thing in our house requires bandaids as well. The new rule is if it’s not bleeding, it’s not bandaid worthy.
Super cute post.
elena | 03-Mar-09 at 6:14 pm | Permalink
I love it. And I have a feeling that Kate and Stella would get along famously (and scarily).
After her joke of a nap today (i.e. 2 hours of talking and singing), I went in to discover that Stella had removed the sheet from her pack and play (we’re at my parents’ during construction) and picked a hole in the mattress. She had also hidden all of her blankets and stuffed animals under the mattress. Crazy kid…
Tina A | 05-Mar-09 at 2:16 pm | Permalink
Too funny! Be happy it was just bandaids though. When my son was 3 he woke up in the middle of the night and got into the fridge. I found him sitting in the middle of the carpet with a spoon, butter, and salsa. Not fun to clean up!