The ever-present owie

Noah likes his owies kissed. So much so that he asks me to kiss owies that happened weeks ago and are not even visible anymore. But there is this one "owie" on his inner arm that he asks me to kiss every single day. Yesterday, I finally broke it to him that it wasn't an "owie" but a "freckle." This morning, as he was finishing breakfast he exclaimed, "Mommy...Kiss my Freckle!"