The other day, Daniel and I were sitting at the dining room table finishing up lunch - all the other kids were down to nap - and Daniel said, "Mom, can the doctor fix my heart?"
I was somewhat taken aback by the question and his seriousness but replied, "I think so, Daniel, why?"
He quietly said, "Isabella broke it."
I held in my laughter and asked, "How did she break it?" I thought he'd say she didn't love him anymore of some other three year old silliness but he said, "She squeezed my back too hard and it broke."
I laughed, he laughed, we went on about our day. I'll never forget his first broken heart!
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
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