The boo-boo coup d'etat

If you talk to Madan, don't believe a word he says. He's going to tell you that I tried to kill him this weekend. It's simply not true. Allow me to explain.
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Attempted Homicide #1: The boo-boo coup d'etat
(I'm going to number these episodes because I'm sure it's not the last time he'll accuse me of trying to take him out.)

Madan survived his Hepatits A vaccine. He wore short-sleeved shirts for the next three days so everyone on the playground could see his Superman band-aid and hear his death-defying tale.

"So, my Mom didn't tell me about the shot."

Wide-eyed stares of disbelief. First-grader heads shaking in disgust.

"But, I rolled up my sleeve and took it like a man. After all, I'm SEVEN now."

Heads nodding. Someone shouts, "Amen, brother!"

"Plus, I got a lollipop, Halloween candy and Phineas and Ferb!"

High-fives all around. Kids are patting Madan on the back. Shoes are thrown at pictures of me.

Fast-forward three days. It's Sunday and his band-aid is looking pretty sorry. Half of it has come undone. He refuses to peel it off or let me have at it like the woman who does my eyebrows. I'm not sure why, but the band-aid is bothering me. I want to fling the stretchy thing into the garbage.

"NO, MOM! IT'S GONNA HURT!"

"It won't hurt more than the shot. It will only take a second. Come here!"

A chase broke out on the 2nd floor of our house. Madan was sprinting down the hall screaming like a girl with me in hot pursuit. Kaila was on the stairs watching it all unfold with a shit-eating-grin on her face. I finally caught him, sat on him, yanked his sleeve up and pulled the band-aid off -- gently. Madan howled as if I'd just poked forks in his eyes.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT? I'M GOING TO TELL EVERYONE YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!"

No you ain't, kiddo. I'm gonna beat you to it with this post.