Tonight, I babysat a little boy named Marley. Marley is a very smart, energetic two year old. He loves to dance and sing and is just overall a very happy child. After I finished dishes, Marley came up to me and pointed at my self-harm scars. “Boo boo?” He asked, frowning. That was the first time I’d ever seen him so distressed. I kneeled beside him, taken aback by his noticing. All I said was, “It’s a sad boo boo.” Marley signaled for me to wait there. He came back and put a bandaid on my arm and then proceeded to kiss it. He told me it was a happy boo boo and it would be all better. I love this little boy to death and this was the only time I have ever seen him look so frustrated. When I thanked him, he just grinned and pulled me back to play games, every so often asking if my boo boo was still happy.
This needs to be everywhere. :3