They cover up cuts, scrapes, mosquito bites, even the
slightest reddish imperfections. They heal us when we are feeling blue and
lift our spirits when we need it the most. They are the cure to what ails us in one tiny little strip.
At the supermarket, my son and I spend a good deal of time in the Band-Aid isle, choosing between Snoopy and Bob the Builder. This is an important
decision – one he does not take lightly. He picks a box, then changes his
mind, staring at it, until he’s ready for a new picture in his hands.
Suddenly he has a boo boo, right there among the anticeptics and cotton balls.
