Butterfly was sitting on the floor lamenting an "owie" on the outside of her ankle. She twisted and leaned and turned but to no avail, she couldn't find a way to connect her lips to her ankle for that much-needed kiss. She sadly declined my offer to help and then pressed a kiss to two fingers and then pressed those fingers to the owie. Little sister then pattered over, assessed the situation and promptly face planted herself onto the injured ankle with a noisy kiss. Still squatting, she then patted the owie and said "love you!".
The magic of a kiss can make most injuries feel better when you're a toddler. And I happily comply when Ladybug holds out her hand "owie finger, owie. kiss finger. kiss better." Sometimes when in the car, she will even settle for a blown kiss.
This morning, Butterfly and I were sitting on the couch playing with my phone while Ladybug ran around collecting and distributing toys and blankets. She stopped suddenly to kiss a bruise on her foot and then ran to me, inspecting my arm (I think) for owies. Finding none, she decided to kiss me anyway and proceeded to sprinkle gentle, delicate kisses up and down my arm, occasionally punctuated with a sweet and sincere "love you". Then she gave me a hug and scampered off to the toys again.
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