Katherine is taking care of daddy

(If you're looking for Vision stuff, scroll down. I haven't written about the kids in a while, so indulge me.)

Katherine, my nearly-three-year-old, is worried about my nose.

For the last week and a half, I've been wearing glasses rather than contacts, because of allergies. My glasses are over 10 years old, and they rub against my nose, and I haven't bothered replacing them because I rarely wear them. I've looked for new glasses, but I don't care for the new tiny lenses. I like to be able to look in different directions by moving my eyes, not my whole head.

So after a week and a half of abusing the bridge of my nose with these glasses, I've got an owie. Katherine noticed it.

"You need a bandaid. I will get you a bandaid." Katherine is convinced that a bandaid will fix anything.

She came back from the bathroom with the box of bandages.

"Bring the box here, sweetie, and I'll pick one out."

"No, I will pick one. Here!" she said, as she pulled out a fairly big one.

"That's too big. It will tape daddy's eyes shut," my wife said.

"Give it to me and I will put it on myself."

"No, daddy, I will do it."

And she carefully put the padded bit over the hurt spot and taped it down the sides of my nose.

"See, I didn't get your eyes!"

She walked over and leaned against my wife, looking up with her cutest face.

"I took care of daddy. I like taking care of mans."