My son had cut his finger, and we were all out of Star Wars band aids. "I NEED A BAND AID!" he yelled frantically.
"Okay, that's fine. The only kind we have left are 'Hello Kitty' ones." I replied.
My son gasped in horror. "Hello Kitty! I can't wear that. Hello Kitty is my worstest enemy!"
I can see that. As my husband said, that cute little kitty with the tiny red bow - she's pretty vicious. You don't want to cross THAT kitty. She'll best you every time. It's always the small ones you have to watch.
I decided to try the sympathetic, compassionate approach.
"You will wear the Hello Kitty band aid and you will LIKE it." I announced.
My son took a deep breath, sighed and held out his finger in resignation.
As I put on the band aid, I whispered, "Hello Kitty's going to get you!"
(I said it in a mature way, of course.)