*%^# happens

All my life I've been klutzy. My family calls me Spill Queen (also Wendy Whiner but thats a story for a different day). I'm learning to take burned fingers, stubbed toes, and broken wine glasses in stride. When the boys cry over spilled milk I tell them, "It's okay. It happens." So today when the two year old had a blond moment and his plate ended up in the trash I just told him that it was okay and he replied, "It happens."