Picture two toddler’s strapped into their car seats in the back of our van, this is the conversation I overheard on the drive to the grocery store.
2 year old: I have owie.
3 year old: *Gasp*! You have a owie? Where?
2 year old: Right here. (Pointing sadly to the mosquito bite next to her eye)
3 year old: Did you bang your head on the door and get that owie?
2 year old: (Nodding) Yeah.
3 year old: I’m so sorry you got a owie in your eye. Do you feel better?
2 year old: Yeah, I better.
3 year old: I have a owie too.
2 year old: *Gasp*! Owie too?
3 year old: Yeah, right here. (Pointing to a practically invisible scratch on her leg) I was running and running and then I fell down and got that owie.
2 year old: Fell down? Owie?
3 year old: Yeah. It hurted real real bad.
2 year old: Hurt? Cry?
3 year old: Yeah. I cried and cried.
2 year old: I tiss it?
3 year old: Yeah, you can kiss it.
2 year old: (Blows kisses in the general direction of the scratch)
3 year old: Thank you! It’s all better!
2 year old: Yay!
2 year old: I have owie right here. (Holding up her finger)
3 year old: *Gasp*! You have a other owie?!
Today I’m linking up with Chatting at the Sky for Tuesday’s Unwrapped. Hop over to celebrate more small moments, or maybe share your own.