In the car. Put her in the carseat. Shut the door. Walk around the car to driver's side door. Swear I'm hearing screaming. I look around. Whose kid is that screaming? Can't be mine. She was perfectly fine a second ago. Oh. It's my kid screaming. I get in the car, turn to regard my screeching, red-faced, tear-streaming, hysterical kid.
"What seems to be the problem?"
She gestures wildly to her seatbelt restraints--to upset to speak.
Oh, I see that I had forgotten to latch the bottom part. Oops.
But let's not just calmly let me know--let's....
Freak out!
Freak Out #2 -
In the bathtub. We're both perfectly happy. Then suddenly--screaming. Hysteria. Like she's in terrible pain. She holds her stomach. I panic. Almost drop my cell phone into the tub while considering calling 9-1-1.
"Where does it hurt? Tell me where it hurts!"
She points to her stomach.
"There! There's a hole in me!"
She's looking at her belly button.
???????
"Well, that's your belly button. Everybody has one."
She has definitely been aware of her belly button since babyhood. But I guess she forgot. So, when in doubt--let's...
Freak Out!
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