Olivia was whining while I was rinsing dishes this morning. She wanted to be held or played with and didn't want to wait for my kitchen work to be done. She sort of slipped on the rug and fell in a heap at my feet. "I bumped myself!" she whined. Not wanting to play too much into the drama, but also wanting to acknowledge her, I asked matter-of-factly, "Where should I kiss you?" Expecting her to say "my head," she surprised me with "In the playroom."