Every parent knows the drill.
A crash, a cry, you rush to the scene but all that’s really hurt is peace, not piece, of mind. Thus, a quick kiss and rub, with perhaps minor admonishment, allows everybody to go back to their happy state.
In reality, this time was no different. There was the crash, then the cry, then the rush to the scene. The difference came when my wife arrived.
“What’s wrong, darling!”
Marcel pulled down her pants and pointed to her butt.
“Boo-boo!”
My wife must’ve hesistated. Marcel wouldn’t tolerate a deviation from the routine. So she insisted.
“Kiss it.”
Then the flow of events proceeded as normal and everybody went back to their happy state.
I think.
