Setting: yesterday evening, as Brody and I are walking to my car after school. I have pulled out my back and cannot lift anything.
Me: Ok, buddy, you're going to have to help mommy and get into the carseat yourself.
Brody: I help mommy? Why? (helping him climb up into the car seat)
Me: Mommy has an owie in my back, and it hurts.
Brody: You got an owie? On yer back? (buckling him into the car seat)
Me: Yeah, buddy. I'll be okay though.
Brody: I wanna kiss it. Make it better.
Me: Thank you, Brody. You are very nice. You can kiss it when we get home.
Brody: I gotta owie too.
Me: You do? Where?
Brody: On my butt.
Me: On your butt?
Brody: Yeah. Kiss it, mommy.