Woe is me!

Yesterday, Jackson stayed home sick and at one point I asked him what hurt and he said his head, shoulder, tummy, knuckles, and cheek. :)

The top of Jordan's finger was peeling last night and he kept saying his finger was broken. When he was in bed he said sadly, "I don't want to sleep with my broken finger." I asked him if he wanted me to cut it off, but he didn't.

Jordan just came in and showed me his knuckles and said he "got hurt really bad." He wanted me to kiss it better. Then as he was moving away from me he hit his side on the nightstand and said he hurt it. I blew a kiss and apparently it went to the wrong spot because he showed me where his real owie was and that made it all better. I'm glad blown kisses work as good as real ones for him.

I love my kids. They say cute things that make me smile.