Like any nice mother, I lavish Henry with sympathy when he gets hurt. Too much according to my hard-hearted husband, but pish-posh to him.
Today Henry hurt his hand and came up to me crying. He held it out and asked me to kiss it. Even though I cover him with hugs and kisses when he gets hurt, I never "kiss the boo-boo." Which means my sweet boy came up with this on his own.