This morning I got Reilly’s milk ready and then handed the sippy cup off to her. Perhaps it was her early morning grogginess, but she dropped it and the cup landed squarely on her toe. She had a natural reaction to the pain, which included some crying and tears. What came next, though, was one of the sweet quirks I love about my daughter.
After I comforted her, Reilly turned to me and said, “Sorry, daddy.”
Since she first started talking, Reilly has always apologized to me (and Shawn) when she hurts herself. The apology is always difficult for me to process emotionally. On one hand, it is terribly endearing, but on the other hand, it makes me feel sad that she thinks she has to apologize for her pain.
If the injury is not too bad, then Reilly will often say, “It’s okay, daddy. Reilly’s okay.”
In a similar vein, when Reilly wants to be picked up, she will turn to us and demand, “Hold you!”
We always reply, “Do you want me to hold you?”
Reilly will then reach out her arms and say “yes,” like Duh. That is what I just said.
She’s still working on her pronouns.
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