Accidents Happen

There are so many crises that happen around here. Anna has a list that she goes through regularly, as if it's soothing to her. If you happen to be one of the strangers in the grocery store/gas station/park/etc, you already know about these travesties. However, the rest of us can refer to this list:

1. The day Mike bit her. "Mike bite me. He bite my head. I tried to take toy from him and he bite my head. It hurt. Pop got mad. Mike bite me .... "

2. The day Mike ran away. "Mike was scared. There was thunder. It scared Mike. He got outta da gate. He ran off. We couldn't find him. We found him. He's home now."

3. I fell down and bonked my head. "I fell. It hurted. I fell and hit my head in the dribe-way (driveway). I cried."

4. The dead fish. "The fish was sleeping. He take a nap. He tired. He sleeps a LOT. He sleepy. He needs some rest."


Last week, we were shopping and Anna was sitting in the back of the basket chatting herself up. I tossed a box of band-aids into the cart and her curious hands immediately went to work dismantling the box. The band-aids sprayed all over the cart. In an effort to head off the impending alligator tears, I said, "Anna, it's no big deal - it was just an accident - just pick them up and put them back in the box." Her sobs got louder and louder and I kept reassuring her that it was no big deal. The crisis was over, but Anna's ALWAYS up for a re-cap. We got up to the cash register and she said, "Mommy - what did I did? You said I was an accident?" :::bangs head into wall::::

This photo seemed fitting for the topic at hand: