We were playing DND at a friends house the other week, and in the middle of the game, we heard a burst of tears come from the basement. The adults went running down to see which child was crying and why.
It was Philip. Our host’s 3 year old son.
Alligator tears were streaming down his face, and his mom asked him: “Philip, where did you hurt yourself?”
Philip stopped crying for a second, looked up at mom, and pointed to the sofa, replying “Over there.”
I suppose as a parent, it’s difficult to employ the proper degree of empathy when your child causes you to burst into laughter.