Owie!

Today was a work day for me, and I came home armed with pizza for dinner. (Mal demanded spinich alfredo.) I was so happy to see my boys! Charlie came running into the living room and, while my back was turned, fell down. He sat there, whining a little and rubbing his foot. I said, "Charlie, did you hurt your foot or your toe?" To which he moaned, "Nooooo, hurt my feeeeeelings!" Talk about trying not to laugh. Then, a few minutes later, I was holding him and making his chocolate milk. He got so happy, clapped and laughed and said, "My feelings all better!" like it was a huge surprise. The kid is too funny!