heartbreak

(This is really Rich's story, but not sure he will get to it before we forget)

Monday night, mommy doing dishes, daddy doing bathtime. The usual battle going on upstairs over the hairwashing. When suddenly:

Daddy: OK, I'm going to pour on the water, cover your eyes
Elizabeth: No!!! No water! No!!!
D: Here it comes, 1,2,3 (pour)
E: Screams and sobs
E: (sobbing) Daddy, you broke my heart!

I come upstairs after bath is over (I'm no dummy um, there were a lot of dishes!) to be met by a sniffling Elizabeth, who tells me, Daddy broke my heart. After a few cuddles and the rest of the evening routine, all appears forgiven.

The next morning, Elizabeth bounds into our room.

Elizabeth: Daddy, do you like me?
D: Of course. Always.
E: (sly smile) My heart is fixed!

And with that she throws herself into Daddy's arms.