Owies and Kisses

It never ceases to amaze me. At least once a day I hear a wail come from another room in the house. I tell myself to be calm and patient as I hear little footsteps come my way. "What happened?" I ask. The poor child is too upset to speak. "Do you have an owie?" I ask. The child nods their head vigorously. "Where?" They point to the horribly aching spot. "Do you want me to kiss it?" Yet another vigorous nod. I kiss it. Immediately the child's crocodile tears disappear and they're smiling again, running off before I can get a second look at them, to play again wherever they got that horrible owie. I just shake my head and smile. At least I could help. :)