I became both annoyed and worried.
When she came through the door, I asked in my upset tone that she explain why she was late.
She said, "Mummy, I was walking home with Alice, and halfway home, Alice dropped her favorite doll and it broke into lot's of little pieces."
"Oh Honey," I replied, "you were late because you helped Alice pick up the pieces of the doll to put them back together again?"
And my daughter replied in her young and innocent way saying,"No, Mummy. I didn't know how to fix the doll. I just stayed to help Alice cry."
