Around bedtime yesterday, I noticed that BSM was scratching his knee and looking quite uncomfortable. I had a look at his knee, and saw it looked like he'd been scratching it for a few days already. I asked what was wrong, and BSM responded briefly through his scratching, "Dry skin." That lined up with how his knee looked, so I offered BSM moisturizer, at which point, FF suddenly grabbed his calf and started moaning.
Not being my first rodeo, I cut off FF and asked if he also wanted cream. Face contorted, writhing dramatically, FF managed to gasp out, "No--" before he cut himself off with a pained moan.
"Sweetie," I told him dryly. "It's fine. BSM is getting cream. If you also want cream, I'm happy to give you cream, too."
"I don't want--" FF managed, as he rocked back and forth, clutching his calf.
"FF." I repeated, "I hear that your skin is also dry. If you want cream, you can have cream. It's okay."
"I don't want cream," FF insisted, massaging his calf now. "I need cream."
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