Apparently, it was her first text messaging accident because she was coming to me to show me a message she wrote on a small yellow-stickie and was looking at the message instead of where she was going. It's amazing how someone so happy can turn so unhappy so quickly.
Dr. Daddy applied ice while cradling her sobby little self in my arms.
The next morning I had the pleasure of dropping her off at pre-school with that "no, I don't beat my kids" facial expression. All I could do was hope that her story matched mine.
