Gage follows me into the bathroom and watches while I put the brush back where it belongs. As we turn to leave, he settles his gaze on the drawer where I keep the bandaids -- the boring ones, and the ones I've collected just for him.
I can see his thoughts.
"Grandma," he begins, "I hurt my nose."
"You did? When did that happen?"
I pull the drawer open to reveal the bounty within. "Would a bandaid help?"
I pull out a small, nose-sized Batman bandaid. "How about this one?"
He smiles as I peel the back off and place the caped crusader on the bridge of his nose.
"My arm hurts too."
Iron Man goes there.
"And my other arm."