The Best Medicine of All

Recently Deacon and I were comparing lip injuries. Mine occurred during a freak ice cream incident, his occurred during a tussle with the garage step. As we were looking at them in the mirror, we had the following conversation:

Me: Mommy has an owie on her lip like Deacon does.

Deacon (3 yrs): Need band-aid?

Me: No, a band-aid won't stick.

Deacon: Need cream?

Me: No, I can't put cream on my lips.

Deacon: Need kiss?

Me: Always.

The pharmaceutical industry will be ruined if we ever learn to bottle children's kisses.