Baby Boy came running into the kitchen, holding his crotch, yelling that his "Nis Hurts!!"
(He had apparently fell onto his light sabor--another reason DH thinks I buy inappropriate toys for him.)
After a few minutes, I asked him if it felt better.
"Kiss, kiss it!" he wept.
Luckily, I was saved by explaining away that awkward request by the dog, who was more than happy to lick off any spare dinner crumbs from his lap area.
Good thing he hasn't discovered band aids yet...