As I was putting the girls to bed, Z starts crying inconsolably. I tried the usual measures of hugging, rocking and reassuring her that she is just tired or probably ate too much candy, but it wasn’t working.
Finally, after much coaxing, I managed to get her to explain her blubbering.
“Mom, s-s-sometimes, when my friends at school fall, I laugh,” she wailed.
I find myself bemused, waiting for her to continue.
“Sometimes, I laugh even if they get huuuuuuuuurt!”
At this point I am trying to suppress my own laughter.
“I’m a t-t-terrible person, and I can’t heeeeelp it!” she sobbed.
At this point, I explained to her that this is a natural human response, and that there is even an entire television show (America’s Funniest Home Videos) dedicated to this very phenomenon. She looked at me skeptically and I am pretty sure she is still convinced she is going to hell for this.