I am always amused by what words or situations will grab Jack’s attention. You just never know.
Jack has a minuscule scrape on his knee. It’s a little red, which is a trigger for him. He does not care to see blood come from his body. Generally if he’s hurt and there’s no blood, he’ll cry a little, then be fine. He’s a tough kid.
But if there’s blood, he gets upset and will sometimes start shrieking, “BLOOD! BLOOD!” band-aids are often the cure for such a thing. Once he can no longer see the blood, the injury has generally been cured.
Anywho, he has this scrape on his knee. Last night after he was supposed to be in bed, he came out of his room demanding a band-aid. Alex gave him one, but first put some antibiotic ointment on it, while explaining that antibiotics help kill bacteria, which live in scrapes.
Jack was happy, cured, and toodled off to bed, only to return about four seconds later asking, “How do you spell ‘antibiotic’?”
Alex told him and he left, only to return a few moments later to ask again, “How do you spell ‘antibiotic’?”
Again, Alex spelled it for him. Jack grinned happily and left. Then he returned.
“How do you spell ‘bacteria’?”
Alex told him, Jack giggled, and ran off only to return a few moments later to ask for a repeat spelling of both ‘antibiotic’ and ‘bacteria’. Alex obliged him.
Satisfied, Jack finally left for bed.
This morning Jack greeted me by saying, “You don’t want antibiotics to live in your scrapes. I’m going to tell my teacher.”
When he got home, I asked if he’d told his teacher. He said he had and that her response was, “All right.” So funny. I know exactly what her expression was when she said it too. Hysterical.
I’ve just printed out an image of a bacterium for him. I’m trying to figure out if continuing down this road will turn him into a scientist or germophobe. Maybe if I’m really lucky it’ll be both.