Jack, being two, has probably bonked his head, oh, let's say, a million times. He actually doesn't cry that much, unless it's a really good one. Lately, he'll come crying to me and point to where it hurts, demanding a kiss. Then he declares "all better!" and will often let me cuddle him for a bit longer before running off to inevitably bonk his head again.
Tonight, as we cuddled, I thought how fantastic it is that this little amazing person finds the most comfort and most security in the whole wide world in my very own arms. I just love being someone's "all better."
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