Cwabs

I listened to Nathan and his whiny piny voice for the better part of the morning. Wah. Now I do understand that things happen. Things that bother and frustrate. Nathan had chapped lips and broke his water bottle on the garage floor, he fell and got himself all wet and muddy. Oh, bother. Instead of yelling which is always on the tip of my brain to do, I scooped him up into my arms and held him tight and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. I asked him why he was having such a hard time. He cried out to me, "I'n, I'n, I'n a cwab! I'n cwabby."
Tell me something I don't know, love.