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TJ is just starting the “kiss it and make it better” stage where he wants Mommy and Daddy to kiss his boo-boos, real and imagined. When he bumps his head, we kiss it to make it better. When he gets a scratch on the back of his hand, he asks us to kiss it to make it better.
A few minutes ago, he just came over and told me, “Mine butt hurts.” After a little prodding, I found that it didn’t hurt because of any trouble going potty, but because he bumped it and hurt it that way. So, of course, he had a request for me.
“Mommy, kiss mine butts aaaaaand make it better.”
He had his hand on the seat of his pants rubbing the spot that hurt. So I did what a good Mommy does… I bent down and kissed his butt.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
