Osamu has had waterproof band aids on his knees since he fell in the street and skinned them real good a few days ago. That has allowed him to get in the bathtub without complaining too much and go about his daily 4-year-old business. He's been wearing his school uniform long pants to cover his knees as well. Kenzo never wore the long pants.
Today was the day the band aids had to come off. You can't leave those super sealed ones on that long. I was worried about what was under there.
The windows all over the house were open this afternoon because it was 20 degrees outside and a perfectly soft breeze was blowing. Eri approached Osamu in the living room, with me flanking him. He got suspicious and looked worried. We explained that it was time to take the band aids off and Osamu immediately went into fight or flight mode. I had to use my arms and legs to hold him down. He started wailing. The neighborhood was echoing with Mu-Mu-chan's futile crying. I felt terrible but I also looked at Eri and gave her the nod that this was the only way. She took the slow approach to removing the band aids. I'm more of a quick rip type papa.
Osamu's knees were still a bit tender but nicely scabbed up. He stayed laying in my lap for a little bit and then did his best to stand up without bending his knees. Thirty minutes later he would be running and playing and swinging with mama at the park, completely forgetting the whole thing.
Eri taped some gauze over Osamu's knees so the tender parts wouldn't rub up against the inside of his pants and cause problems. He resisted that, too.
Later on after dinner he was so adamant about not removing the gauze that he got in the bathtub with them still stuck to his knees. His irrationality astonishes me every single day.
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