Yesterday afternoon, while celebrating Independence Day with a wonderful collection of friends and their families, there was a moment that reminded me of that joke. One of the girls was tossing ice cubes out of the tree house and one of the cubes hit my youngest son in the head. My first thought was to ask him whether he wanted to put ice on it. Then I cracked up.
It turns out that he really did want to put ice on it. After about ten minutes, he was cured. Maybe the hugs also had something to do with it.
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