Today I was putting the dishes in the dishwasher when Cindy-Lu brought me the package of juice boxes that hadn’t been opened yet. I took it from her and tried to rip the plastic covering off and dropped it on my foot.
Emma immediately bent over and said "Oh no! Don’t cry! Is ok!" The pain immediately disappeared as I marveled at what a sweet girl I have. At that point she had scooped up the package of juice boxes and started hugging and kissing it and saying "Don’t cry, juice bok, don’t cry!"
No, no. Don’t worry about my foot. It’ll be fine.
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OMG! Was the juice box o.k.? Heh.
By Oh, The Joys on 02.28.07 2:44 pm | Permalink
ROTFL… I thought she was talking to YOU too!
By meritt on 02.28.07 9:01 pm | Permalink
Oh, how sweet is that? Cute!! (LB will bump in to the table and say, “Sorry!” I luff it)
By Mrs. Flinger on 03.01.07 1:45 pm | Permalink
Ouch! Glad to hear the juice was okay - and you, too.
By Leslie on 03.01.07 4:11 pm | Permalink
I’m sure to a toddler, a 10-pak of JuicyJuice is MUCH more valuable than an ol’ appendage.
By sweatpantsmom on 03.01.07 5:19 pm | Permalink
Heeheehee… Thanks, I needed a laugh.
By Wacky Mommy on 03.01.07 7:58 pm | Permalink
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