emma ran up to me as soon as i walked in the door last night.
“oh.. something really bad happened!”
which you never know exactly how to take that as a mom.
“yes?” i said hesitantly. “what is it?”
she starts to answer, then throws her hand over her mouth.
“i just can’t say it!”
she holds out her hand. “i’ll have to show you.”
i take it and follow her upstairs.
amazing the scenarios that cross your mind in moments like that.
i’m picturing kate trapped under her dresser that’s fallen over on her.
ben’s finger sliced off from his knife.
reese’s head stuck between the rungs of her crib.
emma points, “there!”
i see a thin black line on one of the doors.
and i admit i sigh a sigh of relief.
“reese got a marker?”
“yes!” emma announces more loudly than necessary, with obvious relief the secret’s finally out.