One day my young daughter was late coming home from school. I was both annoyed and worried. When she came through the door, I demanded in my upset tone that she explain why she was late.
She said, "Mommy, I was walking home with Julie and halfway home Julie dropped her doll and it broke into lots of little pieces.
"Oh, Honey," I replied, "you were late because you helped Julie pick up the pieces of her doll to put them back together."
In her young and innocent voice, my daughter said, "No. Mommy, I didn't know how to fix the doll. So I just stayed to help Julie cry." |
