I stood in our bathroom, shaving to remove the last of the day's grime. Abigail and Lillian came to show the results of their latest escapade: a shared bath in the other bathroom sink. I was completely happy, having spend the bulk of the day with Abigail petting rabbits, trucking through town, and preparing our garden plot for seeds.
There, in the bathroom, we had a conversation that went something like this:
Abigail: (Looking at a strange bruise, normally covered, on my right shoulder.) You have an owwie.
Keith: Why yes, I do.
(Delores giggles from the other room.)
Abigail: Does it hurt?
Keith: Actually, it feels great!
(More giggles from the other room.)
Keith: (Feeling the obligation to have a little fun...) Mommy gave it to me.
Delores: (From the other room.) Now she's going to think I hurt you.
Keith: (To Abigail.) Well, it was kind of an accident. It's OK.
Abigail: I want to kiss it (better)!
Keith: Chuckling. Seems appropriate.
After a healing kiss, my shoulder never felt better.
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