Snow Coming Soon?

Winter here has been a bit of a bust, frankly speaking. Reid's memory of snow, if there is one, is dimming by the day. It's mostly a fair-tale thing seen in books at this point. His eyes lit up this morning when we reported that our city's (mostly unreliable) weathercasters had virtually guaranteed a snowstorm Saturday. Look for some pictures of Reid in the white stuff soon, hopefully.

In the meantime, a funny story before I forget it. For months, K's gotten a lot of mileage out of this little gimmick she uses. Reid is frequently demanding band-aids, in a hurt little voice, for imaginary or very minor injuries all over his body. A scratch he can see, and see frequently, will become a major fixation and the subject of intense band-aid lobbying. K's gimmick is to produce a 'magic' band-aid from somewhere on her person and go through the elaborate steps of kissing the wound, opening the bandage and carefully applying it to his hand or arm or whatever. This has doubtlessly saved us from using hundreds of dollars worth of band-aids, since K's magic invisible band-aids are free and imaginary.

So the other day, Reid informs us of the need for a band-aid. (My approach is to laugh it off, by the way, and say that he doesn't need a band-aid. At least I don't say, 'Walk it off!' and clap my hands like a gym teacher.) But K's there so she goes through the whole 'magic' band-air rigmarole. Then she finishes and puts another kiss on the (very minor) scratch and says, "Ok?"

Reid doesn't miss a beat. "There's no band-aid there, mommy."

I can't contain the laughter and must leave the room.