Short story

If you've spent any time with a 5-year-old boy, you know you need to have a sense of humor, unlimited snacks, a bottomless box of bandaids...and a blind eye to grubby knees.

10:00 a.m. Applied his own bandaid - he knows where the box is stored in gramma's bathroom firstaid kit. I don't know if that's a good thing or a hazardous thing....

7:30 p.m. Squashing cans for daddy, still going strong, but the bandaid is beginning to show signs of giving up for the day - peeling off the left side. It may have a chance of lasting until bathtime.
He put a lot of miles on those boots in twelve hours.

And yes; yes, pink is still his favorite color. He had on pink fuzzy socks inside those boots. We were just thankful he HAD socks on...