Tonight we got the very bad news that a friend's daughter had broken her arm. Kira is a very good friend of my daughter. And when Zoe got the news, she had a total meltdown. "She's broken! She won't be able to play anymore!" "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" I held her for nearly 20 minutes while she bawled her eyes out. No matter what we told her, that the doctor had fixed her up, that bones heal, that she'll be just fine, that both Mommy and Daddy have broken bones, she just would NOT be consoled. She had to talk to Kira on the phone before she would believe that she'd be all right.
Zoe just cannot stand for anyone to be unhappy or hurt. She's been known to give her balloon animals to crying babies in restaurants, and sings her favorite song (The Lion Sleeps Tonight) to any crying child she comes across. I love that about her, but fear she's going to suffer when she gets into elementary school.
Now, at least, she's tucked into bed and calmed down. She just called Danny up to tell him that her new fish is helping her sleep.