Making my day.

As I'm lying on the lower bunk singing song with B and E tonight before bedtime, E loudly squawks, 'Ooouch. Ouchouchouchouch.'

'E' I ask alarmed, 'what happened?'

'Ohhhhhh. My finnger. My poor, poor finger,' he wails.

I hold my breath waiting to see if this will escalate.

He continues groaning dramatically, 'Oh man!' [I stifle laughter as this phrase always sounds funny coming from him], 'I hurt my finger.'

'Well, does it need a kiss, E?'

'Yes,' [whimpering] 'it does'.

I start to haul myself up, untangling from the comforter when I hear,

[Smmmmmmmoooooooccccchhhhh]

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.