Little boys and band-aids

I have come to a rather dramatic revelation today:
Candy is more comforting than . . . well, pretty much anything.

At least if you’re four, which my friend Caleb is.

Today, while at an eye appointment for his mother, Caleb decided to get a drink from the water cooler. To me, this seemed innocuous enough to allow – after all, I have never had any harmful encounters with water coolers. Unfortunately, Caleb puts danger into many otherwise safe situations, and this particular water cooler had both a cold tap and a hot tap. (To quote Amanda, “Who does that?!”) Sure enough, Caleb managed to find the hot tap and burn his finger. So I’m holding a five-month-old under my arm while trying to comfort the screaming banshee Caleb has become. We go out to the van and put a cool wipe on it, but being that he is only four, it only distracts him momentarily from the lung exercise. So I calmly try to pretend that I’m not looking over my shoulder wondering if anyone is calling a social worker to report abuse (so this is what harried mothers feel like!) and shuffle around for burn cream and a band-aid. The application of the burn cream keeps his attention a little longer than the wipe, because of the “squishiness” involved, but once there are three band-aids swathing his pointer finger, he starts up right where he left off.

Mary has by now figured out that her brother is upset and decides to give the yelling a try herself. Lucky me. I’m sure I look like I have this under control now. So I do what any sane person would do: I bribe him.

“Hey Caleb, Miss Coral has candy in her bag in the office. If you can take a deep breath and calm down, we’ll go in and you can have one.” (Yes, I know, I referred to myself in the third person. Scary, isn’t it?) His mouth shuts. A few stray hiccups. He sits down on the running board. “What kind of candy?”

Sigh. So much for maturity having the upper hand.

Advertisements

One thought on “Little boys and band-aids

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s