This evening, I smashed my finger in a door. Trying to handle everything myself was impossible, because I wasn't thinking clearly. Just then, my two year old came, said in his way, "Finger hurt, oil!" He proceeded to lead me to the cupboard where we keep the arnica oil for such occasions. After I treated myself, he stayed by my side, until I could see clearly.
I am learning that angels come in all sizes, and may even drag blankets around.