I Like My Kid

The last football game we went to and watched Daddy coach one of the players got knocked out (literally). Prayse immediately picked up on it that he was “ouchie”. She frantically went through my purse, Grandma’s purse, and her little book bag looking for ice (because that fixes every ouchie). She kept telling me (as she is throwing everything out of my purse) “He needs ice Mama! He needs ice!”

I heart her.

I think we’re on the right track with this one.