caring

a few weeks ago, I cut my finger while I was making dinner. I told August to wait downstairs and play while I went upstairs to fix my ouchie.

I went up did the hydrogen peroxide/antibiotic ointment/bandage thing.

when I came back downstairs, August held my hand and pulled me toward the kitchen and said "mommy, open da fijerader peez" so I opened it, and he got his Cookie Monster boo-boo buddy cold pack off the shelf and handed it to me and said "here mommy, it feel better".