Two times over this past weekend, that's twice, my magical healing kisses had no effect on the minor injuries they were meant to cure.
Either Maxfield and Wyatt are getting too old for the "kiss and make it better" or there is some kind of kryptonite around my house.
Like radon or something.
I wonder if they make a kryptonite detector.
Also, today is my brother Anonymous' birthday. Please leave him a comment wishing him a happy day.