Last week my parents were visiting and we were all sitting on the playmat. My dad had a plaster on his hand which Cam noticed, pointed to and identified as ‘Ow!’ He then tried to pull the plaster off. My dad stopped him, saying, ‘The boo-boo needs a blankie on to get better.’
A little while later Cam got up and ran down the corridor. He returned after a few minutes, dragging a huge winter blanket that he’d obviously pulled off our bed. He solemnly placed the corner of the blanket over my dad’s poor, afflicted hand and, satisfied that the boo-boo was well cared for, recommenced his block building!