Sympathetic

Last night as I was tucking Mallory into bed, she whipped her head back and cracked my nose. Loud enough for there to be an audible crack. And it hurt like hell - enough so that I was in tears. She said she was sorry and I said I was fine, but 15 minutes later, I heard her crying in her room. I went in and asked what was wrong and she said she was upset because I was crying after she said she was sorry. I explained to her that even mommies and daddies sometimes cry when they get hurt and that I knew it was an accident. I felt bad that she was taking it so hard, but strangely glad at the same time. It's nice to know that she has a conscience!