My story is how I took the Band-Aid off my brother’s foot when he was born.  When he was first born, he had needed a shot on his heel, because he was having difficult time breathing.  The shot had made it bleed, so the doctors put a Band-Aid on his foot. I was very little, and I loved my brother, even though he was just a baby.  I wanted to see for myself if his foot was okay, so I took off his sock, and then the Band-Aid and I looked. It had stopped bleeding, and the hole was so tiny, (you know how shots are) that I could not see it. I determined him fine.  Then I went home, leaving his sock next to him.  I could not wait to see him again, and we went back to the hospital the next day.  Most often, when you are a toddler, and you get a baby brother/sister, after a while, you say to your mom, “Okay, Mommy, you can put him back now,” because you are a toddler and you cannot fully comprehend the world, so you think that since it was in the Mommy it can go back in the Mommy.  My mom says that “I was never like that, I was just helpful.”  I love my brother, and I always will.