Sometimes they come up with the best description of how things feel

We were on the plane which would stop in Houston on our way to New Orleans on Sunday. The flight had gone very well, and Nikolai was excited about the trip. As the plane began its descent into Houston, Nikolai was picking at his ears and even said once "My ears hurt." I was impressed that he spoke immediately about it and was in-touch with it enough to verbalize it in a calm way to me. A few moments later he started quiet whimpering because it was still hurting him, and said to me "Mama, my cheek is biting my ear."