When boo-boos need more than a kiss

Daniel's always in a hurry. And like the rest of him, his feet are growing so fast you can practically watch it happen. So he trips a lot, and falls. Yesterday, he took a pretty spectacular spill down the driveway and left most of the skin from his right knee on the concrete.
"I need a Band-Aid!" he wailed. Not "Mommy, kiss it better," but a Band-Aid.
Mom's kisses, it seems, no longer fix what hurts. Luckily, Daniel's kisses still fix mommy. "Hug and kiss and goodnight, I love you!" he calls at night when I turn his light off. And that just makes my day.
--Misty