Ladybug has a bad habit of picking at her sores.  She does it rather mindlessly or when she’s in the bed with nothing better to do.  She picks a scab until the blood is flowing freely.  As much as we fuss about it, she continues the practice.

In the car this afternoon, we noticed her starting in on a familiar spot.  We told her to stop and tried to reason with her.  “Don’t pick at your sores, honey.  They’ll never get better.“  Her two-year-old head bobbed up and down as if to say “I have no idea what you’re saying, but I’ll agree with you!”  Finally, the older and wiser sister stepped in to break things down:”We don’t pick at scabs.  They are doors for our blood.  We have to keep the doors shut so the blood doesn’t get out.”

After a second or two of silence, Ladybug verbalized the information she had just heard and processed.  “Day like doors.  We keep the doors shut!”

We’re going to have to hire Butterfly as a full-time interpreter.