and on the twenty-seventh day...

...the bandage finally was off. a few weeks ago will became a casualty of our log bed. he's not the first. and won't be the last. he slipped on one of the logs trying to get on it at the end of the bed. had he been wearing clothes this never would have happened. but he was going through a spell of diaper only. much to my disliking. but it did save me time on laundry. anyway, he scraped it up bad and it was bleeding pretty good. enter screaming fit. just when i thought it couldn't get worse i pulled out the bandages. 'no! no! no!' he cried. check that. screamed. directly into my right ear. i was trying to explain to him that he was bleeding. and he needed a bandage. but he couldn't hear me. because he was screaming. directly into my right ear. i think he thought he was getting a shot. because that was the only other time he ever needed a bandage. i couldn't even get anti-bacterial spray on it. the bandage was all i was going to get. i finally got the bandage on because i reminded will that frances has a bandage. on her bug bite. catastrophy diverted. until it was time to take it off. seriously. as much trouble as it was getting it on now he wouldn't let us take it off. if we even went near it he would scream bloody murder. it stayed on for twenty-seven days. and twenty-seven nights. through temper tantrums. through baths. through couch cushion forts. and it would have stayed on longer if my husband wouldn't have ripped it off last night. he tricked him. as he was getting his jammies on he grabbed it with his pants on the way off. will protested. just a little. but then couldn't wait to come and show me where his bandage had been. and you know if we would have wanted the bandage to stay on that long it would have lasted a day. if that.