As I loaded up the car to head out for errands, I heard a cry.
And, as any mother of young children knows, there is a cry and a CRY. This one was the latter. Big Sister was in pain. It turns out Little Man had bit her finger.
After everyone was settled down, I asked Big Sister what exactly happened.
"I put my finger in his mouth," she replied as if I should have already known.
Sometimes she seems so smart. And then there are the other times.
You gotta love a 3-year-old!