Band-aids. That's how I measure when it is time to go grocery shopping. A box of band-aids runs out before a case of apples, 10 pounds of potatoes and 5 pounds of onions. The funny thing is, I never find a child wearing a band-aid, I simply find the empty wrappers on my counter or in the drawers, and the used band-aids on the floor, in the car, by the pool, and in the garage. Today I had to raid the extra box in the glove compartment in the van. Tomorrow is shopping day.


P.S. Ah, a first in my mothering -- Maddie went potty on the bench in Sacrament meeting this morning. Of course she was wearing her "Sunday" panties which are nothing more than thin white nylon covered in ruffles and bows. This thin amount of material did nothing to stop the waterfall running down the bench and onto the floor. Oh, dear.