You and Ace were in the kitchen, you were cooking and he was washing the dishes, until your daughter goes to Ace, poking him.

“Daddy, I got an owie!” She says, looking at him with a pouting face.

Ace:“ You got an owie?let me take care of it!Where does it hurt?”

He dries his hand on a dish towel, then picking up your daughter and placing her on the table, he takes out a bag with medicine and bandages, he takes out a band aid and looks at her as she points to her knee.