This is a TV. Why are there band-aids on it you ask? Well, it started this morning with Johnny-Boy being ornery and loud. Finally, we turned on cartoons for him, so we could study. After a few episodes, in which I finished all of my school except for co-op homework, I turned it off. He was very angry with me, and said "Where TV?" I replied, "It's broken, it needs a nap." He cocked his head to the side and asked, "Broken?" I assured him it was, and he dashed off into the bathroom. I sat back down to read Treasure Island, when he ran back into the living room and laughed, obviously very satisfied. Running up to me he cried, "TV all better! TV not broken!" I replied, "No, it is still broken." He ran off into the bathroom, and I'd just started to read again when he ran into the living room again and said, "There! TV not broken!" Dragging me by the arm, he showed me his handiwork. I burst out laughing and told Mommy and E-man (Mr. D was at school). Mommy wondered where he got the band-aids and I went into the bathroom. There, I found this:
The culprit had pushed the little chair into the bathroom in front of the medicine cabinet and stood on it, pulled out the band-aids, and ripped them open. As I was seeing this, Johnny-Boy came back into the bathroom and grabbed another band-aid. I followed, trying to catch him in the act. Sure enough:
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