This evening Mark went off to play hockey, which he does at least once a week. When he came home a little while ago, this is how the conversation with him and Emma went:
Emma: dad how was hockey?
Dad: it was good thanks but I got hit with the ball
Emma: oh! Where?
Dad: on my foot
Emma: ouchy. I'm sure it was sore dad. Can I see it?
Mark: sure. Look here (pointing to the already blue and swelling foot). It hurts a lot
Emma: dad can I rub some cream on it for you? Do you need a plaster? Can I take you to the doctor in the morning?
A very arbitrary conversation for an outsider, but one that made my heart glow. Our little girl is getting big enough to have full blown conversations. She shows an interest in others and she has a kind, caring side...when she's not spitting at us or threatening that we're not allowed to come to her birthday party.