Really, you would think I was performing a hand amputation in our bathroom with no anesthesia this afternoon from the sounds of Em’s screams. I am talking blood-curdling, “help me I am being murdered”, screams that I am positive Daddy could hear sitting in the terminal at LAX (a good 15 miles away!).

What was the problem, you ask? A splinter. Not even a deep, you-have-to-dig-for-it splinter. It was a pretty good chunk of wood, but it was sticking out pretty far, so all I had to do was pluck it out. Easier said than done. I am literally holding Emma down so I can just get it out. She is screaming. Addie is standing next to me, thinking I am hurting Emma and she is screaming…it was quite the scene. When I finally got it out and got everyone settled down – Addie down for a nap, Emma on the couch with some cold water, we have this little exchange…

E: Mama. Aren’t you going to say “sorry?”
M: Um….for what, honey?
E: For hurting me!
M: I was just trying to get the splinter out so it wouldn’t get infected, Em. I didn’t make it hurt!
E: But it really hurt me.
M: Well, I’m sorry you GOT hurt – but I’d never hurt you on purpose, honey.
E: Okay. It’s ok. I’m sorry for making you hurt me, too.

I love that she realizes the importance of saying sorry when you hurt someone, but it broke my heart that she thought I somehow hurt her. If only she knew….