Luke and Lilly hung out with me Friday morning, and I very nearly let them go home unscathed. And yet! We were outside picking flowers and Lilly took a tumble and skinned her knees a little bit. I had an ancient Kermit bandage — seriously, that thing had been kicking around my first aid kit for at least 10 or 15 years — that seemed to do the trick long enough for her to get distracted by the amazingness of my refrigerator magnets. Phew!