Laundry and band-aids, band-aids and laundry

Max blows through bandaids as often as he changes clothes.  Which is multiple times a day.  Sleeves get wet whilst washing hands, new shirt please.  A couple drops of milk dribbled off his chin onto his pants, pants are off in the blink of any eye.  Pirates on the brain or batman or superman, must change into pirate or batman or superman underwear immediately!  And so it is with bandaids.  Scrapes, bruises, hangnails, and most recently a nostril that was hurting him in his sleep.  He could not resume sleeping until a bandaid was securely placed over both holes.

Max Quote of the Day:
I was telling Max how lucky I was to have him and Zannah and Metta.  He replied, "Yeah, let's keep each other forever."

That's a deal Max-aroni cheesecake.  (Zannah calls him that and it cracks me up.)