My boss came by to ask if I had a band-aid. A nasty paper cut on this thumb. A sign that his executive assistance went home early.

“Indeed”, I said. “But you’re not going to use it.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s this.”

His expression is of a full smile, suppressing a chuckle.

“Can I at least pick which one?”

He went with the one of Pooh, Tigger, and Piglet dancing in circle.

“Thanks, Oakley. You know, I’ve always been a Pooh fan. Woozle. Heffalump…”

“You know, there is a Heffalump movie.”

“There is?”

“Yeah. In fact. I have a Heffalump band-aid.”

I showed him.

“Gosh,” he said in a laugh. “I would’ve gone with a Heffalump.”