Yesterday afternoon, Joelle skinned her knee pretty badly while jumping rope. While I tried to calm her very over-reactive self down, I sent Malia upstairs to bring me a band-aid for her wounded sister.
After returning downstairs, a very proud Malia with the hugest grin on her face, handed me the asked-for band-aid as well as a bonus item...a travel-sized tube of Crest toothpaste.
I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I know she thought she was going to impress me by not only bringing the band-aid that I had requested, but a tube of Polysporin as well. I suppose here at home it's the thought that counts...but in an OR room, I'd have to say that I'd feel a lot more comfortable if she wasn't my doctor, just grabbing things that looked similar to what she was looking for. :)