Monday, August 30, 2010

Use # 1007689 for duct tape

Yesterday, The Boy got a small scrape on his arm. It didn't even really warrant a band aid. He completely freaked out. There wasn't any blood. No pain. But he was certain as the sun rises in the east that he was going to get an infection.

The band aid wouldn't stay on. Two band aids wouldn't stay on. Neither would three. By this point, we're out of band aids. Finally, his stroke of genius hit. He adhered toilet paper to his arm with duct tape.

And when that fell off, he did it again. and again. and again.

Einstein said the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. By Einstein's definition, The Boy is insane, not an Aspie.

We also had unexpected company and a house that was neglected because I'd been sewing. That combined with the duct tape, pretty much sealed my complete and total mortification.

I finally got sick of seeing my kid walk around with duct tape on his arm. I knew it was going to be an issue in the morning for school, so I found some gauze and wrapped his arm up. He started playing with the adhesive and eventually it failed. The Boy wanted to put it back on with...duct tape!

By this point, I am beyond reasoning with him that the tiny scrape on his arm is fine. He's up more than an hour past his bedtime. D and I are no longer patient. We promise (quite loudly) that he will NOT die from this scrape. It will NOT become infected. But if he doesn't go to bed RIGHT NOW, he might have other things to worry about! GO TO BED NOWWWW!

Today, he is very much alive and still very much obsessed with the scrape. He swears there is something wrong with it. It has a scab with fibers sticking out. The fibers being the pieces of toilet paper he was securing with the duct tape.

He is still insisting that the toilet paper and duct tape have nothing to do with the presence of fibers on the wound and the lack of hair on his arm.

Meanwhile, I am fairly certain that the presence of duct tape in my life is responsible for my brain exploding.

1 comment:

  1. I just happened upon your blog and want to thank you for the laugh! My son is about to be 4 and very much crazy about any little thing on his body. He also refuses bandaids though. Insane!


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