Monkey walks in from the kitchen this evening and we had this conversation:
Monkey: Ow. Foot.
He's not limping. No crying. No thumps while he was in the kitchen.
Mom: What's wrong with your foot?
Monkey: Fix. Kiss. [He holds foot forward toward me.]
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You have such a cutie. And this conversation brings back some pleasent memories. A lot of limbs and owies have been kissed better at my house, too.
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