Too Bad So Sad

It was Sunday morning. Steve had made a wonderful breakfast of french toast and sausage. We cleaned up and did what most other people do on the weekend...I was reading and he was putzing around on the laptop. Sami was contentedly playing in her room. And then IT happened.

I heard a noise that I *thought* came from the kitchen. It sounded like a muffled "clink" kind of noise. But, I didn't hear anything else, so thought nothing of it. About a minute later, Sami starts crying hysterically. Steve and I look at each other...and head upstairs to see what happened. Sami was in the bathroom, crying. "I need a towel!" Steve was trying to calm her down and figure out what the hell happened while I went to her room to see if something was wrong in there.

Yep. She finally did it. She broke the Tinkerbell waterglobe that Santa (aka: ME) brought her. We've been telling her since Christmas not to carry them around (ironically, my mom got her one too, it has a flower fairy in it and they play the same song, lol), and that they can break. Well, I guess she had taken them off the shelf and was putting her baby dolls to sleep and bumped them together. The thinner one (go ahead, say it. CHEAPER one that I got) broke and there was water and plastic snow and glitter and glass shards all over.

Steve took Sami downstairs while I started cleaning it up. Yes, I was mad because she doesn't listen. If I said it once, I said it 3 dozen times. But, she finally learned the lesson. And no, she didn't cut herself, in case you were wondering. But she was seriously in hysterics. Running around the lower living room crying and carrying on something like this.

"I BROKE IT I BROKE IT SORRY SORRY SORRY MAMA SORRY SANTA SORRY DADA I'M SOOO SOOOO SORRY I BROKE IT I BROKE IT SORRY NANA SORRY PAPA SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY TOO BAD SO SAD WAAAAAAAH WAAAAAAAAH SOOO SOOOO SOOOO SORRY I BROKE IT SORRY SANTA SORRY MAMA SORRY SORRY SORRY WAAAAH TOO BAD SO SAD SORRY SORRY SORRY"

Even though I was slightly disturbed (she tried to clean it up so we wouldn't find it! She's a crafty little one, that girl of mine. Gotta keep an eye on her....), I had a hard time not laughing..."too bad so sad?" Where did that come from? Hahaha! I've decided that I have a pronounced evil streak. Who laughs at their child when they're so obviously overwrought with emotion? Me. That's who. If you don't like it, too bad so sad. ;)