I could plaster all day long

A few weeks ago one of my favorite little boys came to visit me at the clinic. He is the son of one of our translators and friends, and within the past few months he has decided that I am a friend rather than an alien. His name is Losike, and my heart melts into a puddle every time he smiles at me, asks for me when he sees mzungus (white people), reaches out his arms for me to hold him. This particular day he just came to visit. I picked him up and in my limited Karimojong I told him how happy I was to see him. His face lit up with a smile, and then became very sober. He had a few wounds and wanted to make sure I noticed them. He pointed out every bit of broken skin he had, and requested plasters (band-aids). How could I resist? So we walked into the office, picked up the bag of plasters (and a sweet while we were at it), and set to work. Five plasters later he was satisfied, and his face lit up in a beautiful smile once again.

I'd apply plasters all day long for smiles like that.