Poor little finger

Aidan was playing at the backyard yesterday afternoon, and I heard him shout, sounded like more in anger. Then he came running in crying.

On his right index finger bed, there was a tiny slash, looked a bit like a paper cut, but deeper. I don't know where he copped that, as he was playing with bubbles. Or he may have hurt himself earlier, and the bubbles made the wound stung.

My poor little rascal was on and off crying a few times yesterday evening, and I put bandaid on it so he won't feel the unnecessary pain. You know how it feels if we touch the water, salt, etc. But then my boy took it off, and I had to use new bandaid. I know some kids love applying bandaids all over their bodies, but Aidan is not really into that, even if I gave him his favourites like winnie and friends and dinosaurs.

This morning he came running to my bed and showed me this cone-shaped bandaind which may have escaped from his little finger, and asked me to put it back. Me, not quite awake, bleary-eyes, could hardly see in the semi-darkened room. But it's a mother's duty right?

And earlier this evening I was in the toilet. He screamed and came running into the toilet, showing me his finger and said 'Pain', tears down his cheeks. What am I supposed to do? I feel awkward comforting him in the toilet. I mean, really! I tried to shoo him out, but he gave me this sad, helpless, tortured-looking face.

Sigh... so I had to hug him in while I was in the toilet bombing Hiroshima. I don't think he minded the smell :P

Any mums with any weird-er or uncomfy stories?!