Jumping Because of Band-aids

I had ran into the wall,
getting a band-aid on my head.
My granma patted a spot next to her,
and told me to sit up on the bed.

I don’t know what was on my mind,
but I thought this was the best thing ever;
I stood and hopped where I slept.
They thought I’d jump forever.

My aunt pulled something out of her bag;
I knew it was a camera.
She told me to look and when I did,
there was a light, bright enough to stun ya.

I didn’t have time to strike a pose
before it was laughs they made.
“Have your mother hang this up on the fridge;
a picture of you jumping because of Band-Aids.”