To Be Or Not To Be...

Last night Rebekah got her finger smashed in her bedroom door. I don't really want to know the "truth" behind just how this smashing of the finger came about but I can imagine since it was my children there was a brother, a tattle tale, and a bystander involved. You can probably guess who is who. Any how, Coby and I were at the other end of the house listening to our children "getting ready for bed" and were greatly amused at the giggles and laughs coming from the other end of the house. As we were talking and this great pride and love was swelling in us that our children were listening so well and, well pretty much all that and a pickle we had a child come to us. This child shall remain nameless, and so to protect the Innocent we shall call this child 'the tattletale'. Well the tattletale came to us and said, "I am not sure what happened, (never a good sign when the 'tattletale' does not even know what is going on.) but Rebekah got her finger smashed in the door." Not hearing crying we ask, "Is she alright" and in the grand tradition of tattletales she replies "I don't know" Brilliant. Wonderful. Thank you for your insight. Note to self: Get a new tattletale for our family. Coby left to view the damage and then I hear the crying. I go to see if my services can be used, I see the 'Brother' and the 'bystander' innocently in the bathroom brushing their teeth. I then go to see Rebekah and look at her finger and see her pinkie is quite swollen and has some skin off of it. I say to her (Momentarily forgetting myself) "Oh Muffin..." She then stops her crying and looks at me all matter of fact and states "Mommy, I AM NOT a muffin." "Oh your not, you are a chicken, I'm sorry" "That's OK." And life goes on.