E wakes Marty and I up this morning. She is complaining about a splinter in her finger, since I am still groggy and tired, I don't bother to ask how she got it. She will not let us look at it, she will not let us touch it and she wants a bigger band aid that we don't have.
She was asking ( translate whining) for a bigger band aid a few minutes ago. We are going out and I told her we would get one.
Conner says, " You need to stop messing around with the wood." as I think, "What wood?" E then replies, " I wasn't touching wood. I was changing the toilet paper roll and got a cardboard splinter."
She got mad when I started laughing, she has a paper cut!!! She called it a "cardboard splinter" I took her in the bathroom, used gauze and medical tape to fashion a band aid.
She frequently laughs at Conner and his little quips. So I told her not to get mad when she says something cute and we laugh.