Late last night, my insomniac 2 1/2 yr old daughter comes strolling out of her bedroom holding her doll. She looks at her dad and I and while pointing to her doll, says.."Look! Look! Baby has a boo-boo!! Awwwwww...."
There was a panty liner (new) with the strip removed, stuck to her doll's arm like a giant bandaid.
She bandaged and re-bandaged and kissed that boo-boo for hours.
Tonight, I just cleaned up BBQ sauce (from one of those small plastic cartons you get at fast food places) that she had poured all over her doll and the couch...exclaiming..."look!! Baby boo-boo, is bleeding!"
Maybe she's going to grow up to be a doctor?