Jon has a love/hate relationship with band-aids.
He doesn't get hurt that often, but by three years old he has had countless shots and just assumes if there's a band-aid in the vicinity it's because there's a shot to be had. The shot is awful but he's usually pretty psyched about the doctor's office band-aids, they have designs on them and we just get the plain ones at home. Then the band-aid is great, but when it's time to take it off he has a melt down because it hurts to yank it off and he gets little welts on his skin. As you can see, it's just a roller coaster of emotions.
Every time we go to the doctor he asks the nurse if he's going to get a band-aid, but what he means is "Am I going to get a shot?" So in an effort to make the visit pleasant the nurse ALWAYS says, "Well sure you can have a band-aid!" Which then sends Jon over the edge thinking he's going to get a shot.
He even has concern about other people's band-aids...
"Mom? You got a shot?"
"No, Honey. I cut my finger"
"Not a shot?"
...And their lack of band-aids.
"Oh no! Your band-aid is gone! What happened?!"
"My owie feels better, I don't have one on today."
"But you need it! Let me see!"
"See, not bleeding. I don't need it."
"Hold still, Mommy. I'm going to poke your owie-don't panic."
He's quick, so it turned out I needed a band-aid that day after all.