At first I blamed myself. When you buy Hello Kitty band-aids, what do you expect?
Never has a bloody wound been so adorable.
I bought some plain band-aids instead, but it didn't matter. We still have the following conversation each day:
Preschooler: Mommy, can I have a bandage? I have an owie.
Me: Examining the proffered but unmarred finger. You're not bleeding. I think it's ok. Can I kiss it better?
Preschooler: Picking at her cuticle until she has a slightly bloody hang-nail. Can I have a band-aid NOW?
Me: Defeated. Yes.
So now there's a new rule in my house: You only get 1 band-aid per day.
After all, I've got to start somewhere. I don't want my daughter to think it's ok to engage in self-mutilation all in the name of fashion. She doesn't even have here ears pierced yet.