I mentioned a couple of entries ago about how I had Band-Aids in my purse, "first aid AND entertainment."
Tilly is interested in how they can be entertainment, so here I am, sharing trade secrets.
They say that "necessity is the mother of invention." No, I think it's "desperation-at-having-to-keep-the-wailing-child-quiet is the mother of invention."
It's not just Band-Aids that you can use...I've used straws; those twisty green ties in the produce section (they make good little twisty-men); and pieces of paper (airplanes, footballs), to name a few.
Did you know, that the book, "Little Blue and Little Yellow," came about because the author was trying to entertain his grandchildren on the subway or something, and resorted to pieces of tissue paper he found? (I love this book. :D)
You never know what might work. Lol, it's usually a wrapper of some kind, something you'd throw away.
But back to the Band-Aids.
When my kids were small(er), and into the phase where they liked to unwrap things, I'd let them tear open the little packages. Then I'd let them peel off the sticky paper, and play with that. This is even more fun if there is a character on them, and they're not just flesh-colored.
You can make an impromptu 'paper chain' out of them.
You can let the little one cover boo-boos, real or imagined. (Who hasn't had a child point to a spot, claiming it's a huge boo-boo, only to see a flawless expanse of baby skin?)
You can fold the sticky sides over, and make a little rectangular 'flying carpet.'
I used one once for a wayward hem.
You can wrap one around each finger, and do a little dance with your phantom fingertips. Or you could draw faces on them once you have them on, and have a 'puppet show'.
I've never done this, but you could use some to <ack> tape parts of your face in silly positions (piggy nose), providing an excellent example of "if you make that face again, it's gonna freeze that way."
See? First aid, and entertainment.
If all else fails, you can bring out the big guns, the super-bribe that works every time.
For me, it is a package of Juicy Fruit chewing gum.
That stuff, is so effective, and more addicting than crack to a two year old. <shamefacedly, I admit, I let her chew gum at that age, but I blame her brothers for showing her the way>
Really. She has been known to use a footstool, climb on the counter, open the cabinet, reach for my stash that's hidden in a coffee mug on the topmost shelf of said cabinet, replace the mug, and close the cabinet door (are you hearing the 'Mission: Impossible' theme yet?) to get to it.
And at 25 cents a pop, a bargain. Of course, it's conveniently located at eye-level to the shopping cart on our way out of the store. Who can refuse the wide-eyed wild chant of a toddler "gum, Mommy, gum" as you are wrestling the cart past the endcap full of "I don't think so" items, while you are just trying to finish and go pick up the other kids?
I now look at Juicy Fruit as some kind of dangerous gateway drug that feeds my children's addiction to all things sweet.
And my addiction to a few minutes of peace.