I just HAD to write this.
M. and D. were playing outside (and still are) with water guns, squirting water everywhere. I heard them come back inside and go into the bathroom. I heard D. cry a little and M. said that D. got a boo-boo, an ouchie. I went to the bathroom and M. was gently washing D's hand in the sink. D. had scaped two of his cute fingers and was bleeding just a little. I couldn't help but say, "Awwwwwwww...poor baby." And D. yelped and cried a bit more, a single tear welling in his eye and streaming down his cheek. I got the towel and dried his hand. M. then got the box full of bandages and tried to find a cartoon one. D. was apprehensive about wearing a bandage. M. found some small blue-colored band-aids with tiny planets, stars, and moons on them. M. carefully bandaged the two hurt little fingers...and my goodness...they looked SO ADORABLE and SWEET. D. smiled when he looked at his bandaged fingers...and I kissed them too to make them feel even better. M. then announced, "Let's go play again!!" And D. of course was all up for it.
My two boys are priceless.