The mystical aura of the bandaid has made quite an impression on our girls, and E has manifested her reverence in a unique way. Behold, the wounded bear:
Still life with flesh wound
Whenever E sees me detagging new clothes (and due to some recent unsanctioned growth-spurting, there's been a lot of detagging in recent days) she grabs the size sticker from my hand and rushes to the aid of her eternally critically wounded menagerie. They're lucky to have her as their nurse. She's a very empathetic soul.