Beginning in the childcare business

So I was sitting there surrounded.... by little kids in cots. Naptime, one of the blessed things about being three... Anyway, I usually sit next to the children that move around and wiggle and calm them down. An adult sitting next to them will usually do it. Well, this one little boy was wiggling so much I sat down by him, covered him with a blanket and started rubbing his back. He became a small turtle and covered his head, but he stopped moving.

A few minutes go by and I hear this little "ow". I look at him and he opens the blanket with something on his thumb. It looked like it was skin pulled from an old sunburn. She shows it to me, and I take it off his thumb and examine this skin/scab looking thing... I'm examining it, wondering how I didn't notice the scab before... I'm like, "are you ok?"

He looks at me with these huge brown eyes that were slightly watered and goes:

"it came out of my nose"

Thanks kid real nice.

Another funny little thing happened this week... See, sometimes when you work with three year olds, you get the drama queens. Boys and girls... Yes men, once you got hurt you became a flaming crying sack of baby criers.... Which is ok. My response is usually, "Do we need to stop playing and go to the hospital?" Amazingly enough, only one kid was like, "yes", so I said, "ok, we need to go inside and call your mom"

"umm... I'm ok now"

I'm a big believer that moms should be more scary than hospitals.


Anyway, so there was this little girl who pulled a nail off and it took a little bit of skin off the top. I get it, it hurts and it sucks. She began saying that it hurt and started crying. So I washed it and asked if she was ok... of coure she isn't, it's red so OF COURSE she's dying by loss of blood. She keeps screaming that it hurts... After about 2 minutes (trust me, that's a long time when a child is screaming), I was like, ok, I think you are fine.

She assured me she still wasn't.

WELL, we were getting ready for lunchtime (then nap time) so I sat her down and continued getting everyone else ready. We were saying blessing while this girl was yelling and then she noticed we were praying.

Did she stop?

No, she's three.

She joined in... screaming the blessing. "...THANK HIM FOR OUR BREAD... AAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNN"

You know, as much as I couldn't believe that she was screaming the prayer, I was impressed with the need to conform. Good for her, however, after she ate, she realized she could continue and started yelling again. Then finally, one of the other workers looked at her and said, would a band-aid make the pain go away? OF COURSE

Why did I not think of it? I have no idea, call it lack of sleep or my experience with people with psychosomatic symptoms... Band-aids solve all problems.

Three year olds are so wily.... but still it gets me thinking...

I wonder if a Band-aid would work on Lindsey Lohan?