So yesterday as I was walking around the house, I managed to twist my ankle. Don’t ask how I did that just by walking. I tend to be prone to clumsiness somehow! Anyway, it hurt like the dickens so I said, “OUCH!” as white pain shot up my leg.
“You okay, Mommy?” Nathan asked from his room. My sweet boy is always concerned about others getting hurt.
“Yeah, I’m ok. I just hurt my ankle.”
“Hurt dee ankle?” he asked.
“Yep,” I said as I lifted my leg and pointed to my ankle. “I twisted it somehow and now it hurts.”
“I kiss it and make it allllllllllllllllll better?” he said, worried.
“Aw yeah that would help a lot,” I replied as I hobbled over to him.
He gave my ankle a kiss, patted it gently, and said, “There! All better Mommy!”
And sure enough, it was.