A Story From Daddy: Palmer Shows Compassion

Yesterday morning we were getting you two ready for school when Georgia fell and bumped her head pretty hard on a dresser. Sissy was really upset, even though I was holding her. You came over to see the commotion and had the following exchange:

Palmer: Dor-duh (translation: Georgia) hurt her head?
Daddy: (still holding a bawling sissy) Yeah, she'll be ok.
P: (looking very concerned) She need go ho-pital?
D: No, she's just got a little bump.
P: (patting her on the back) Yeah, it dus a bump Dor-duh, you ok.

You then run off. I figure you're satisfied with my diagnosis and you're off to go bang some cars into each other. Then you ran back into the room carrying "boo-boo choo-choo" (a Thomas the Train ice pack we keep in the freezer). You handed it to sissy and tried to make her feel better.

You thought of it all on your own. You were thinking of what would make sissy feel better. Pretty amazing considering you're the primary cause of her injuries.

It's really cool to see you start to think of others and what might make them feel better or happy. Makes me think we're doing a good job, after all.