Xander got an ouchie this afternoon. I was trying to take a nap and David was in the computer room. This is how the conversation went.
Xander: (Crying) Ouchie! I got a ouchie. Baby, come kiss it better.
Mom: (Glad she doesn't have to get up) Maxton, go give Xander kisses. He has an ouchie.
Maxton: (Goes into their bedroom)
Xander: Baby, I got ouchie right there. Kiss it better? . . .
Mom: Give Xander kisses Max.
Xander: Right there, I got ouchie on hand. . . . No, baby, no bite! Kiss, like this. (Smooching noises)
Xander: No, right there. Right there. . . . Good job, baby, you did it! Mommy, baby kiss it better!
Mom: Good job, Max, way to go!