Yesterday while Little N and I were roughhousing he noticed a scratch on the side of my face. "Mommy has an ouchie." he told me. Then, "I clean it for you."
He went out to the deck where he knew there was a cloth in a box of toys and bubble stuff. He came back in and gently patted mommy's ouchie. "I'm sorry." he said. And when he was all done, "You're ok!"