Mothers excel at things like finding lost shoes, knowing when a cup of hot cocoa will make things all better, and determining when a kiddie is somewhat less than truthful in his or her explanations. For some reason, when I became a mother, I developed an all-knowing and all-seeing third eye that helps me find that lost shoe under the sofa. It helps me see my kiddie's broken heart, even when my kiddie is doing his best to hide it. My third eye is also somewhat like a lie detector. Just the smallest flinch or blink, lets me know that I have someone in my grasp whose pants by all rights should be on fire.
But when it comes to sheer resourcefulness, I think that my hubby has me beat.
Just today, while I was out at the grocery store, Ethan injured himself. His sister's Wii game remote somehow collided with his face. His face sported a nice bruise. He was upset, and even though he did not need one, he wanted a band-aid, because, as you well know, band aids make things all better!
Hubby quickly discovered that we had no band-aids. But, being a dad, he had ingenuity on his side.
That is why when I came home from shopping, Ethan sported black electrical tape on his left cheek.
I love that man!