Tuesday, September 16, 2008

And the screams were heard for miles

The schedule: The stickers that cover the band-aids:
The reward:
One thing I love about George (maybe it's common among autistic kids?) is that once a band-aid is slapped on, the pain is over. He went from screaming bloody murder, arched back, red face, and betrayal shining in the eyes trained on my face....to nothing. All done. Life's good. Can we go now?

It's a good thing, I know, but what about meeeee????? My ears are still ringing and I feel the need to apologize to him over and over.

He just looks at me like I'm crazy and reaches for a fry. It's all good.

4 comments:

Beth said...

Band aids work wonders for my kids. I buy them in bulk. Last time I was at the market, I bought six boxes. At once. The cashier thought I was insane. But you never know if it's spiderman, scooby doo, hello kitty, or barbie or sponge bob that will perfectly soothe the practically imaginary boo-boo.

Bobbi said...

Aww, what a sweet Mom. I wish my son liked bandaids. He freaks when someone puts one on him. I can't remember the last time he wore one. He sure would like that Batman Happy meal toy though. I know where we'll be going on Friday!

scrapgeek said...

Works for my kids too. You got fantastic photos at the beach!!

lonestar818 said...

That's funny, one of my guys is the same way about bandaids! It can be the tiniest microscopic scrape but he'll be in agony until that bandaid is in place. 5 minutes later, he's pulling the bandaid off...