Whenever Tiger gets hurt he insists that I kiss his boo-boo and make it better, wherever it might be. Sparky went through this phase at the same age and well and I had to kiss places I would like to forget about, but that's a story for another day. Back to Tiger:
Yesterday when we came home from church I noticed that Tiger had some dried blood on the inside of his nose. He never picks his nose and so I figured that he must of bumped it at some point.
Me: Tiger, did you hurt your nose today? I see some dried blood, did you get a boo-boo?
Tiger: Yeah, I hurt my boogers, kiss it.
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