Maddie called out to me some time after we had put her to bed. She came downstairs and proceeded to tell me tearfully that she was really sad. Concerned, I asked her what she was sad about. I had to smother my laughter as she ever so genuinely between sniffles and tears said, "Well, I just can't stop thinking about my barrette that fell down in the toilet a long time ago."
I'm afraid on that day long ago when I flushed that tiny barrette down the toilet I forever traumatized Madeleine.
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