not quite what happened...

Blue and Jonathan and I were kicking around this little soccer ball this morning in the kitchen. Blue was running away from us, squealing with delight, when Jonathan tried to pass her the ball. It bounced off of her foot and she tripped and fell down.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked as she picked herself up off the floor.

"Yeah," she said, matter-of-factly. "Daddy hit me, but it's okay."