"Daddy Rescue Me"

HT got his first black eye yesterday.  Apparently, he was running around the "big kids'" playground with Carter after school and he ran behind the swings while kids were on them.  I guess he got kicked in the face by a little girl and was pretty hysterical about it.  As he should have been.  It's a pretty ugly injury.  See below for pics of my little bruiser.  Anyway, last night, he was pretty obsessed with it and kept wanting to look in the mirror.  Nobody was allowed to touch it but he kept wanting to look at it.  After he'd look at his "red boo-boo," he'd say, "Guwl huwt me.  By swings.  Ca-ger go too.  Daddy rescue me."  Daddy rescued me?  The first time he said it, I got a big lump in my throat and my eyes welled up.  How does he know words like "rescue?"  From Finding Nemo?  Maybe.  I don't know.  It was the sweetest, most endearing thing I've ever heard a 2-year old say in my entire life.  And of course his daddy rescued him.  I told him that his daddy would always come rescue him because he loves him so very much.  He said, "Yeah.  I yuv Mommy so much, too."  <cue tears> That boy of ours.