His
son was
5 and had cracked his head against a
bookshelf. Trying not to cry, and failing. Dad dropped to his knees, wrapped the kid in a
bear hug. "I know what we'll do. We'll go up in the elevator again. Ok? We'll go
up in the elevator and then back
down in the elevator. Wanna do that?"
sniffle.. sniff... "...can we do it three times?"
"Sure thing, buddy.
Three times." Then he chewed
gently on his
son's
head to make it better. Rar-rar-rar-rar.