Allie was playing with one of those non-spill toddler bowls (Gyro Bowl, as seen on TV) earlier in her tub when she dropped it as I carried her across the bathroom and it separated into its 3 components. “Uh-oh,” she said. “Broken.”
“It’s okay, mama can probably fix it later,” I told her.
“Allie fix it?” she asked, reaching, so I let her have it while I finished her post-bath routine (lotion, dressing her, etc), figuring it’d keep her busy so she wouldn’t get up and run away while I was still putting her pajamas on. She tried a few times to put the bowl back together, but couldn’t get the tabs to fit in the holes at the connecting joints. Finally, she said, “Broken. Allie did it. I’m sorry, mama.”
We don’t make her apologize for things (she normally doesn’t do things on purpose that would warrant apologies), so it was a surprise she did it on her own, and knew how to use the phrase properly. “Hey, did you hear that?” I called to Mr. W.
It was cute the first time, but it got sad as she kept failing in her attempts to snap the bowl back together and kept saying, “Uh-oh. I’m sorry, mama. I’m sorry, mama. I’m sorry, mama.”
“It’s okay, baby, mama will fix it later.”
“Yeah. I’m sorry, mama.”
When I finished what I was doing and put the bowl back together, she said, “Yay! Mama help Allie. Fix it.” And she applauded me. It’s kinda nice to be her hero. I’ll enjoy it while I can.