The other day, Cecilia was playing in the den as I was getting plates out of the cabinet for lunch (we were having the famous Mac & Cheese lunch). I had just taken down one of the small plastic plate when another small plastic plate fell from the cabinet and landed right on my big toe. As you guess, I was not wearing shoes. Boy, did it hurt; and as I did the, “I’m not going to cry,” dance, Cecilia comes running into the kitchen to see if I am OK.
"Mommy, are you OK," she said patting me on the leg.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I assured her as I continued to dance around the kitchen.
And with only the wisdom of a child she then reached up and patted me on the arm while saying, “It's OK Mom. At least it was not a glass plate, then you would have to clean up a big mess.”
Reality, its what you make of it.