A good day

After his flu shot, Thing One wouldn't take his Band-Aid off, insisting that it fall off on its own. Four days later, while on vacation,

Thing One: My Tazmanian Devil Band-Aid fell off at Dale's house! This is a good day!

The forever Band-Aid

After a skinned knee and a half an hour of crying topped off with a Spiderman Band-Aid,
Thing One: I'm NEVER taking this Band-Aid off. (He's afraid of the pain)
Me: Not even when you're a grown up?
Thing One: Never.
Me: So, you'll be grown up and have kids of your own and you'll still have this Band-Aid on?
Thing One: Yes. (In an modulated voice) "Dad, how'd you get your Band-Aid?" "I don't know."