Last night, as I was doing dishes, Anna came running into the kitchen yelling, "Daniel got his head stuck under the couch!" What?!?! Apparently, he was looking for our kitten. So, Anna lifted up the corner of the couch and I pulled him out. He wasn't hurt, but was very upset. After a few minutes he said in the saddest, softest voice...
"Yes, Daniel," I replied, in my best caring mommy voice.
"Please don't ever let me do that again!" he declared.
"Um... ok..." That was about all I could think to say! : )