Band Aid Battle

So tonight, I had a battle with Court over Band-Aids. He had a nonexistent boo-boo on his ankle and he had a meltdown when I said that he could not wear a Band-Aid. He was so apoplectic, he did not even point to the right boo-boo on his foot. I put him to bed crying and left the room. We had a cry it out moment. He continued to cry for 15 minutes and brought his crying out to the hallway. He continued to cry it out for another 15 minutes. I stayed strong. I played the firm parent. I did not cave. Then, I heard some walking in the hallway. And then silence. I won!

Later in the evening I went upstairs. I checked on the twins, and they were all sleeping so cutely. I was a great parent. I taugh Court a lesson. I will survive this thing called parenting!  

Then I walked into my bathroom. I saw Charmaine's vanity drawer open, and band-aids strewn about. I realized what it happened.  I ran down the hall to the twins room. I go and move court sheets and assess his feet. There's a Band-Aid stuck to his left ankle. He is passed out, with a slight smile on his face...

I guess I know who won this battle.