Story #1
Rose rolled over and bumped her head while Amelia was playing with her. Rose began to cry, then Amelia began to cry. I scooped them both into my arms to comfort them. "Are you sad because Rose got hurt?" I asked, "I know you didn't do that on purpose." "No, mom, I'm not sad," she explained, "My face is just making me cry."
Ugh. I know that feeling, Amelia. My face makes me cry all the time.
Story #2
Sam came upstairs and told me he wanted a potato. After asking for clarification several times, and him continuing to insist that he wanted a potato, I handed him one. As I suspected, that wasn't what he actually wanted. "Not that! I want the one downstairs in the box!" I made him take me down and show me. He pointed to...drum roll please...PLAYDOH!
Ugh. I know that feeling, Amelia. My face makes me cry all the time.
Story #2
Sam came upstairs and told me he wanted a potato. After asking for clarification several times, and him continuing to insist that he wanted a potato, I handed him one. As I suspected, that wasn't what he actually wanted. "Not that! I want the one downstairs in the box!" I made him take me down and show me. He pointed to...drum roll please...PLAYDOH!
Eh, same diff.
