Just now, as I was sitting here perusing through blogs, Luke came running up the stairs crying. He informed me that he had "broken his head", and then leaned his head in for a magical kiss (you know the kind of kisses that fix all owies!)
I kissed his head, the crying stopped, and he turned to go. Then, as an afterthought, he turned back, held up his arm and said, "Kiss it."
Apparently the arm was wounded as well. But I am happy to report....now he is all better.
2 comments:
I think I prefer magical kisses as opposed to the "kiss of death" written about earlier. You make me so excited to start potty training!
So So Cute!
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