Toddlers are klutzy, uncoordinated, awkward, hot messes. They trip, fall, bash their faces, bang their ginormous heads, bump into things…. If The Munch is running down a hill covered in gravel, I guarantee she will fall, bruise up her knees, and bleed.
There is nothing I can do to stop this endless annihilation of her body. And to be honest, I don’t really give a care because I think scars are badass. But the problem is that she gets frustrated by the surprise of being obstructed mid flow, and cries. I really think that being startled is more upsetting than the pain. I feel that because of this little tradition we have started to help her during these times of duress.
“Waaaaaah!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I hurt my knee Mamma! I fell and hurt my knee.”
“Do you want me to kiss it all better?”
And that is all it takes. One kiss, and she is back living her life. Now I know my kisses are quite powerful, but this is a serious ego trip! My kisses are like magic!
But… and there always is a big butt… The Munch had a case of diaper rash this morning and was quite agitated when I was changing her diapi.
“I am sorry Munch. Does your diapi rash hurt?”
“YEAH! Waaaaah. Waaaaah. Yeah! Mamma kiss all better!”