Almost every time Jonathan gets hurt, he comes up to me and says, "Daddy, kiss [insert hurt body part here] please," as he points to where he got hurt.
Yesterday, he tripped over something while walking backwards. After a short cry, he walked up to me, and with his sad little face said, "Daddy, kiss my booty please."
Proof that language is more about meaning than it is about the actual words.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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Well, Daddy? Did you? :-)
Nope. It was more of a whine than a real hurt. (If it had been a serious injury, I definitely would have considered it. That, and a band-aid.)
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