Duct tape (sometimes called duck tape). It’s probably one of the world’s most amazing household repair tools. If it can’t be fixed with duct tape, then it can’t be fixed.
We’ve used duct tape to fix all manner of different things in our house, and we’ve recently learned that it comes in designer colors. No longer are we stuck with the plain ugly silver tape; these days we can choose neon colors, plaids, stripes, polka dot, animal print and even Hello Kitty! We can now color coordinate! And this is awesome because the number of things we’ve fixed with duct tape over the years are too many too count.
A few months ago, I was playing chauffeur for my daughter. We’d eaten dinner and I had to run pick Amber up from one of her may evening activities. Before leaving, I sent Braden up to take a shower and then instructed Troy to go through Braden’s night-time routine with him and have him in bed before I got home. Troy is always really great about this, so I was more than a little surprised when I returned at 9:30 that night to find Braden out of bed and waiting to talk to me.
As you can imagine, I really wasn’t thrilled. Why was he still up? Is this just another ploy to not go to bed at night?
“Mom!” Braden said when I walked in the door. “I really need to show you something. It’s ‘portent.”
“Why aren’t you in bed?” I asked, taking a deep breath and trying not to show just how aggravated I was at that moment.
“I couldn’t go to sleep, Mom. I have something very ‘portant to show you,” he replied.
“And you couldn’t show Daddy?” I asked.
“NO!” he said quickly, as though he was afraid that I would deny him and make him show his dad.
“Okay, then…what is it? Hurry, please, because you need to go to bed.”
Taking me by the hand, and checking behind me to make sure his dad wasn’t following, Braden led me to the dining room where he crawled up onto the table and pulled up the leg of his pajama bottoms. “See?”
Whoa! The blood rushed to my head and I had to sit down for a second. There on his shin was the nastiest razor burn/cut I’ve ever seen! About the size of a silver dollar was a patch of missing skin, about 2-3 layers deep.
“Oh my gosh! Braden! What did you do! That looks like it hurts!” I exclaimed.
“It does, but it finally stopped bleeding,” he responded. “I’m sorry! I know you told me never to touch Sister’s razor, but I just wanted to try it!”
He had taken his 16-year old sister’s razor and attempted to shave his leg. Poor kid! The cut was still seeping and looked intensely painful. I wondered for a moment why he hadn’t shown his father and had him to apply some first aid. Was he embarrassed? Did he think he’d get in trouble? At the moment, punishing him was the farthest thing from my mind. My primary concern was putting something on that cut to make it stop hurting and to prevent infection!
“Why didn’t you show this to Daddy?” I asked. “Were you embarrassed? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, but we do need to get it cleaned up and put some medicine on it. We really should show this to Daddy.”
“NO!” he exclaimed! “Don’t show Dad!’
“Why not?” I asked in confusion.
With a look of complete innocence and fear, he responded “It hurts and I don’t want him to fix it with duct tape!”
Duct tape…as first aid? It had never even occurred to me! Poor kid! He’d waited the several hours until I got home to tell me because he was afraid his dad might fix it with duct tape? Seriously? Something tells me that we use duct tape way too much in our home!
As a side note, believe it or not, they actually do make duct tape bandages! As I said, if you can’t fix it with duct tape then it probably can’t be fixed.