points to a red dot on my face and whispers: "Owie! I kiss it!"
She reaches over to kiss my cheek ever so softly.
Marla: Guess I need some more Clearasil.
Wouldn't it be fabulous if every "owie" could be fixed by a little kiss? When you are two the funny thing is you still believe that stuff works.
Bless the little two year old hearts of the world. For believing in kindness and kisses.