Greg was helping Chloe get her pj’s on last night and in her special three year old way, she spasmodically jumped directly under his chin as he was bending down, slamming her head backwards against his face, causing his two front teeth to quiver in their gums.

He was sure she had jostled his teeth loose and thought they might turn black and fall out.

His nose was also a concern. He thought it might start bleeding.

Eyes red, blurred, confused, he walked down the hall toward me to ask if he was bleeding, if his teeth were black, chipped or if his nose was broken.

Chloe looked up confused yet predictably, she walked away without a scratch.

She noticed Greg was in pain and as hard as he tried to mask it, she understood something was wrong and that her actions may have been the cause.

She sweetly reached in the direction of Greg’s leg, stroked his knee with tiny, soft fingers and looked up at the man she absolutely adores, towering over her and said, “It’s okay Daddy. I’m not mad at you.”