"Mom. What's that sound?" Val paused playing with her doll and books and cocked her head to listen.
"It's an airplane flying over our house," I replied.
"No Mom. That's a helicopter. Let's go see."
So we went outside to look. It was a helicopter.
Val knocked her arm against the door frame as she sprinted into the bathroom. After holding her elbow and crying a little she turned around and went back into the hall where she said, "Let's try that again."
Then she walked back through the doorway while saying, "Yay! Not hurting now!"
I have to say that maneuvering around the house without hurting yourself is a useful skill to learn. I haven't completely mastered it yet, as evidenced by the random bruises that never seem to completely leave my legs. Perhaps I should follow her example.
My laptop wasn't doing something the way I wanted and I muttered something about a stupid computer under my breath. Val piped up to ask if my computer was broken. "Yeah, it's not working right now." I replied.
"Oh," she commiserated, "have to pound it now?"