It seems as though my children go through phases.
Some are good; and others I would rather just forget.
One phase that will always leave a lasting memory and a spot in my heart is the kissing the boo boo phase.
My first son Matthew, who is now 5, went through this phase about a couple of years ago.
Now, my youngest son John, who is 3, is going through this phase, or so I thought.
It seemed like every time, no matter how big or small the injury, if it is a tiny scratch to a big bruise, John wanted me to kiss his it and make it all better.
Numerous times a week he was saying “Mommy kiss it....
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