“Mommy…there’s broken glass all over my room!”
“At least I told you about it, right Mommy?”
“Yes, it’s always better to tell me, no matter what it is…wait a minute! Nate, why is there broken glass all over your room? Are you OK? Are you bleeding anywhere?”
“I’m fine, Mommy! Except I don’t have a snow globe that isn’t broken anymore.”
“OK, I better let the puppy out first, otherwise I’ll be cleaning more than glitter out of the rug.”
Now, I wasn’t upset because I had to clean teeny-tiny, shards of glass; glitter and an unknown liquid substance out of my home’s shag carpet…
I’m upset, because I HAVE a shag carpet in my house.