Today Hyrum got hurt. He had a boo-boo on his finger. "Fingo hu't," he said.
As I've often offered, I said, "Daddy kiss, make better."
I kissed his finger. He looked at it and said, "Doesn't work."
He called on Mommy, who came and similarly anointed the wounded digit.
"Doesn't work," he declared.
A couple minutes later, though, he felt better, so I told him that kisses must work slowly. He pondered that very thoughtfully....