Tonight K spilled water on the bed - not just on her bed - but on OUR bed, the bed all of us sleeps in. We had to change the sheets, and the mattress protector. I wasn't happy about it, but I held my tongue.
I survey the mess quietly - not saying a word.
K: I'm sorry, Mommy.
Me: Next time, you have to be more careful.
K: Ok Mommy.
As I survey the mess, the rare nagger in me pops out.
Me: K, see what you've done... now we have to change everything.
K: But I said sorry already, Mom....
I shut up until all the sheets are replaced.
Me: K, do you think when you say sorry, everything will be ok?
K: Yes.
Me: Why?
K: Because I said sorry already - why do you get angry at me two times?
For the second time tonight, I got shut up by a three year old.
Me: Ok, K, I forgive you; but when you say sorry, you also have to know what you did wrong and try not to do it again.
I just have to have the last word. I have to admit though, tonight was a simple lesson in forgiving and forgetting.