Owies Are Gross

Sam and I have been spending a lot of time outside - hallelujah!! Every night during his bath I see new scratches and bumps on his arms and legs. They don't seem to bother him at all, and he rarely tells me when he hurts himself.

We were playing on a cedar-chip playground a few days ago when Sam fell. He caught himself with his hands and really skinned his right palm. He looked sad enough for me to walk over and check it out. I offered to kiss it and he held it out to me. Then, hesitating, he looked at his owie again. He wrinkled his nose, apparently grossed out by the thought of someone kissing it. He then substituted his left hand instead. I kissed his unscratched palm.

I have been trying to trip him up ever since, but he won't let me kiss his right hand. I ask, "Sam, how is your owie?" He looks down at his right hand sadly, and holds it out for me to see. He then pulls it back and extends his left palm for me to kiss.

I am going to kiss that owie if it is the last thing I do!