Cole has just discovered the magical healing power of Mommy kisses.  A boo-boos large and small, Mommy needs to kiss to make things good again.  Being a boy who is particular and very specific, these kisses must be precisely located.  No kissing the foot if it’s the 3rd toe that hurts!  And so it was that I found myself in an uncomfortable “position.”

Cole was jumping (as he does many times a day).  After one jump his foot hurt, so we located the exact spot and healed it with a kiss.

A few jumps later, Cole fell with an ungraceful moment of nearly doing the splits.  “Kiss it Mommy, my leg hurts.”  “Ok,” I replied and kissed his knee.  “Noooooo – it hurts here” he complained and rubbed his groin.  Uh-oh.  “I’ll kiss it here,” I said and kissed his leg again…you know, on the thigh.  “NOOOOOO Mommy, that’s not it.  Kiss it here.” Again, the groping of the crouch/groin.  Hmmm.  “Ok Cole,” I said and proceeded to lean down (but staying a few inches away and praying he didn’t realize) and proceed to plant an air kiss 4 inches away from the offending injury.  “All better Mommy.”  Phew.