Broken toy, broken heart

Sadly, the girls broke their first "real" toy tonight. They were playing happily in their room. We went in and found and they had decided to use the youngests guitar as a bridge. yeah. Not real smart. It broke in two and we had to throw it away. I held her during prayer and her little body was doing that, "I just cried my heart out" kind of jerking thing. It was very sad, but hopefully a good lesson learned. Reality discipline is the name of the game. All those times we told them to be careful or gentle and now maybe they understand why. I sure hope so, because I have no desire to hold another crying child like that for awhile!