When I was little me and my friend Bonnie used to sneak up on each other and then we’d pinch an arm or whatever was close to our grubby little fingers and say

psssst psssst goes the Bactine.

We thought Bactine was fun until we got a cut or a scape and actually had to use the stuff- in case you don’t know, Bactine is an antiseptic and it stung….

But I never went for the Band-Aids or first aid in general.

 Me and Bonnie were infamous for walking around with bloody scrapes and wounds because- for starters- we weren’t disturbed  by the sight of blood and we figured out at the tender age of seven that everyone else was.

So, to add to the fun  Me and Bonnie  used to bust into our medicine cabinets so we could grab the Bactine. Then we would play with it on the way to school- the end result, of course -was that when our Moms went looking for the Bactine the bottles were either gone or almost empty.

Later my friend Bonnie told me that her Mom and my Mom both knew we had something to do with the missing Bactine because we used to reek of the stuff.

When Bonnie told her Mom that we used to spray it around for fun just so that we could sing the jingle and say ” Pssst Pssst Goes The Bactine ” she didn’t look surprised.

As we were growing up and me and Bonnie would -upon occasion do something a little odd or strange one of our Moms would say-  usually in the Principals Office- they would say , I’m guessing in our defense “maybe they did it because of that Bactine Thing.”

No matter how silly weird we were, our Moms always seemed to know what we were up to and why or at least they tried to understand us.

So I remain surprised that Me and Bonnie’s Mom are still oblivious to things like

Me, Bonnie And Betsy and the time we tied my Radio Flyer Wagon To The Back  Of The Bus so that we could see how fast my wagon could REALLY go.