Sorry!

I was kneeling on the floor next to Alex and he asked me to hold him.  So I went to scoot over and sit down so I didn't kill my knees.  And it was then that my knee bent his big toe backwards with pretty much all of my weight on it.  And I felt it crunch and roll.  And he started screaming and I felt sick.

I grabbed him and held him tight and asked if he was ok while apologizing profusely.  My mom and sister heard this all go down and were quickly on their way to the living room, pausing only to fulfill my yelled request of an ice pack.  I thought for sure I broke his toe.  He cried for a bit, but as usual, it was a pretty quick recovery.  Once he settled down, he absentmindedly grabbed my hand with his toes so I knew it wasn't broken, just a big owie.  You know, because his giant mom just squished his tiny toe.  Way to go, Mom.

A while later I said something to my mom and sister about feeling bad and they both said that when they heard me actually asking him if he was ok and not just telling him to shake it off, they knew something was really wrong.  See?  I am a totally compassionate and nurturing mother.  If it ain't broken, shake it off.