A beautiful day after school. A playdate was scheduled with one of my son’s friends. We go to a park where they are giggling, using every inch of the playground. The kids decided to hold hands and go running on the unpaved path, until my son fell on the floor and scratched his hands, one arm and the torso.

His insides were not visible, there was no gushing blood, but by the level of his whimpering someone could guess we were dealing with an almost lethal wound. We put water, we hugged him and he was unconsolable. Among his tears, there was only one word he mumbled: bandaid

We are at the stage of development when bandaids hold their most magical power. The tiniest scratches get better by just covering the wound with one of them. And if they have a special design, more than one would be needed - thank you marketers!. Sometimes, I am sure I am not the only one, I even offer a bandaid as a consolation price.