This morning while Zoe was eating her breakfast I was emptying the dishwasher. I dropped some silverware on my foot. She came running into the kitchen to see what was the matter. I sat down on the floor and she said, “let me bring you an ice pack.” And she brought me one from the freezer. “I used this one when I hurt my foot and it helped,” she said. Then she rubbed my back and made me a pretend cup of “warm, soft tea” to make me feel better, and wrapped a towel around my leg in case it was broken. She said I should pretend it was broken so I could use crutches. She brought me some plastic golf club crutches. If nothing else, she is a very sweet girl.