TheMonk, in typical boy fashion, rolled off the couch today and landed squarely on his bottom. The bad news is that his bottom hit a toy and the pain radiated up his little body and out his mouth in a very vocal scream.
I ran over and scooped him up and asked where his “owie” was. He pointed to his posterior and I started to rub it to make him feel better.
Rubbing it, however, wasn’t good enough. This was a serious injury that required the best possible remedy in our household. Something that makes all injuries disappear at an instance.
“KISS IT!” he screamed.
“KISS MY OWIE! KISS IT, DADDY!”
*Sigh* This is another thing they don’t tell you about before you have kids.
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