Elizabeth fell off of the couch and banged her side into the coffee table.
I checked her out and she seemed fine to me but she was still wailing like she'd been stabbed.
"Go get a cold pack out of the freezer," I told her.
"Can't you get it for me?????" she wailed.
"Honey, just use the step stool," I said.
"I caaaan't! I have too much back pain!" she retorted.
I can't wait for the teen years.