I'm learning with the girls that experience is often the best teacher. I'm always trying to warn them when they're doing something dangerous or thoughtless, but they don't listen. "Don't run on the tile in your socks! I don't want you to fall." CRASH! "Keep you cup away from the edge of the table so it doesn't spill." SPLASH! "Don't bend your headband like that...it might break." SNAP! "Don't stand on your chair like that or you'll hit your chin." THUD! At least a dozen times a day I can be heard saying, "Watch where you're going. You're going to run into something" Well, folks, I think she might have finally learned her lesson...This morning the girls were running in the yard with a friend when it happened. My friend and I could see it happening like it was in slow motion. There was Catherine, running at full speed, heading straight for a tree. She was, of course, looking behind her. I tried to warn her, but it was too late! She turned to look just in time to hit the tree with the side of her face. She didn't cry for too long, and I was actually surprised it didn't turn out to be much worse than it is. I bit my tongue and didn't say any of the things that were going through my mind. No, I didn't say "I told you so." Not even under my breath. I cleaned her face and held her in my lap until she was calm. You know what the first thing she said was? "I guess I should have watched where I was going." Maybe she's been listening all along!