Cat food..

Dog food…

Bird seed….
(Why don’t we call it bird food?  Really.  We’re feeding the birds this stuff not growing birds.  We don’t plant the seed we put it in handy little feeders and the birds come to eat it.  It’s bird food!)

Guys!  Please stop that.

Help me out here.  Did we forget anything?

Milk….

Cereal….

*Cue the crash*

Guys!!!

*Cue the screaming*

*Cue the blood*

OK.  So we forgot gauze bandages and…

Band-aids…..

That’s right.  In the check-out lane Zane and Zia were having a little wrestling match.  One thing lead to another,  Zane tackles Zia and she slams her head into the metal storage bin.  I had to head over to the pharmacy department and get bandages to patch her up in the store before we could leave.  Turns out, it was just a small cut and only needed two stitches.

My wife put them in herself.  I made a stop by the ER where she works (she was fortunately off of work) and picked up a suture kit and some supplies.  We did the procedure at home all “Amish style” with Zia laying perfectly still on the bed biting a bullet and screaming her head off.  But she didn’t move.  Brought back fond memories of when I used to assist my wife with procedures in the hospital where we first met.  Good times!

Stitching completed, I headed downstairs to get a band-aid.  Through her sobs she told my wife, “I…hope…sniff..it’s a colorful one.”

It was.

Yellow.