John always needs me to kiss his ouchies, no matter how small. Even if it's a minor bump or jostle, John calmly pauses his play, dashes to me, requests a kiss (which I give perfunctorily), then dashes away. This morning's scene:
John: "Mama, I need you to kiss it!"
Katherine: "Sure, but I'm eating my breakfast, so you can come in the kitchen."
John comes rushing in and presents his back to me.
Katherine: "Where is it?"
John: "It's on my bump." Katherine kisses his head.
John: "No, it's on my bump!"
Katherine: "Your bum? Okay." Katherine is grateful that John easily accepts if she kisses her hand and then pats her hand on his ouchie for those ouchies in more indelicate locations.
John: "No, not my bum! My bump!"
Katherine: "The back of you knee?" Kisses it.
John: "No, my bump!"
Katherine: "What on earth is your bump?"
John: "Here!" Points to his heel.
Katherine: "Oh, okay." Kisses it. "That is your heel."
John: "Right! It will heal."
Katherine: "No, that's your heel."
John: "Right, it will heal! Thanks!"
Oh my goodness that's funny'
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