A few nights ago I was sitting in dad's lap when a good commercial came on. I decided to get up and dance. As I was swinging my arms around I happening to hit my dad directly in the eye. He quickly left the room. When he returned I knew I must have hurt him pretty bad. The next day he went to the doctor, who confirmed that I had in fact hurt him badly. That night, he was still in some pain and he was still a little upset at me. It was just an accident so at the dinner table I told him, "Dad, you gotta let it go, like a balloon." I'm just two-and-a-half, but even I know you can't hold on to things like that. He realized I was right, laughed, forgave me, and we got back to normal.
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