It is not uncommon to hear a conversation at my house like this one:
{Carter inspecting a very small bruise on my leg}
Carter: "You got boo boo, Mama?"
Me: "Yes, Mama has a boo boo."
{Carter, continuing to look concerned, gives the bruise a big kiss}
Carter: "You need dan-daid (band-aid), Mama?"
Me: "No, I don't need a band-aid. Thank you though."
Carter: "You okay, Mama?"
Me: "Yes, Carter. I'm okay."
He loves his Mama. And I'm totally, 100% okay with that.
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