Like any good mommy would do (I assume), I kiss my baby's boo boos. Asher has gotten used to "kiss it better" if he rams his head into a sharp corner, trips and falls and smashes his finger, etc. And yes, he recovers very quickly and isn't a whiner, so I will never discourage his displays of cuteness. So in typical Asher fashion, this morning when he had a particularly rough potty experience and let's just say is in need of some diaper cream in his nether region, he comes up to me, face scrunched in pain, and says, "Ouchie mama ouchie," pointing to the middle of his bum. Then he says, "Kisses mommy kisses." I kiss my hand and give him a little pat. He then proceeds to say, "No no...right DAY-ER," sticking his finger where the sun don't shine. Good grief. What an innocent little cutie pants.
That, and this. This is what makes being a mommy the best thing in the world.
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