This morning Alexis was shoveling her morning waffles and strawberries (the breakfast of champions) when suddenly she blurted out, "Mommy, I urt finwer!" I examined the pudgy little finger and found no signs of anything that could hurt, just a tiny little fleck of strawberry. But, Alexis insisted that she was injured, "Wan medicine, please" was followed by, "Owie!" Each little plea was progressively whinier, so I thought maybe I had missed something. I looked again, only to have the Toddler shove her not-at-all wounded finger into my face. "Kiss owie." It seemed easier to pucker up than to argue (story of my life, right there), so I kissed the finger. "Need kitty ban-aid," the Toddler reported before throwing in a good solid whimper. (We are currently using Hello Kitty Band-Aids because I have had enough of the Dorafication of this house. *stomps foot*)

At that point, I was starting to get annoyed at that little blood-colored fleck of strawberry, so I reached down to wipe it off. In my moment of not at all remembering how the mind of a 2-year old works, I thought she would think I was Magical! Mystical! Mommy! who could make boo-boos heal with just a light touch of her finger!

Oops.

"MOMMY! OWIE! OH, NO! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Real tears.

Obviously, I missed the FDA's warning that strawberries may cause drama.