This morning I put a CD of nursery rhymes on for the kids to dance to while I put some clothes on (we were a bit slow to get moving and Mama's PJ's hang around for a while on those days!)
Billy came rushing to the bedroom obviously distressed repeating "Bed, bed!"
I followed him back to where the CD was playing to hear "There were ten in the bed..." playing.
He pointed to the CD player and said, in worried tones, "Fell OUT Mama!!"
Well, what was it I was saying about compassion?