"Here ya go, Coco"

On our way back home late last night my two-year-old foster daughter called out to me, "Here ya go, Coco." Not wanting to turn around while my eyes were on the road, I extended my hand back to her to receive whatever gift she had for me. "What is it?" I asked. Expecting a hair tie or a cheerio or even a dead bug, I was a bit confused when she responded with, "It my owie." What?! Sure enough, she had handed me her scab from a blister on her foot. Eeewww!