Emma just came into to the living room, in tears. The following conversation took place:
Emma: "Mommy, I need the glue."
Me, distracted, and browsing around Ravelry: "Why sweetie? What are you going to glue?"
Emma: "Me, Mommy."
Me, suddenly not distracted: "What?"
Emma, sobbing: "I have to glue me, Mommy. I broke myself."
Me: "What?"
Emma: "My eye broke. Am I going to be OK?"
She held out an eyelash, which evidently fell out when she rubbed her eye.
I explained. We're OK now.
(Thank goodness she knows to ask before getting glue off the shelf.)
6 comments:
Oh, that's so sweet! May all of her hurts be as easy to fix as that.
Whew! Close call!
That's cute. Good thing she didn't glue her eye shut. That'd be scary.
Oh my, such innocence! Emma is so sweet....
Ahhhhh...hahaha-so cute!!!!!
Good thing you asked what she wanted to glue!
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