Pretty sure she goes through at least 3 bandaids a day. Not because she’s actually hurt, of course. Just because she thinks they’re pretty. She puts one on and then promptly takes it off and sticks it to the bathroom sink while she washes her hands and then attempts to put it back on after she’s done. Inevitably, she ends up crying because it won’t re-stick to her tiny damp hands. Then, of course, the cycle continues. Can you guess what the Easter bunny will be putting in her Easter basket? Kids are weird.