So I've got the flu and have been coughing up half my lungs for the past two days. Ellie is very concerned about my condition and comes to hug me whenever I have a coughing spell. Today, however, she was sitting at the dining room table eating grilled cheese and considering eating soup when I was on the couch languishing. Suddenly, I coughed_really_hard.
"What's wrong, Mommy?"
This is the first time that Ellie has been able to initiate a question, appropriately, about something she didn't actually witness (she only heard it, didn't see it, and she's really more of a visual learner). She doesn't do abstract. But she asked, so plainly, so definitely, that I cried. After I answered her, of course.