Dec 1, 2008

One of my favorite mommy jobs

She staggers into the room, clutching a toy or two, weeping copiously and loudly. She shifts her armful so she can grab onto me for balance as she lifts one grubby foot in the air.
"Owie. Owie. Ouch!" She says.
I say, "Oh, did you hurt yourself?"
"Yeah."
"Do you need a kiss?"
"Yeah."
I send an air-kiss in the general direction of her wildly waving foot.
The crying stops instantly, as though someone has flipped a switch.
"Ganks," she says, and she toddles off.
Super-hero mommy has saved the day.

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