Today, while chasing after my Boston Terrier and showing off for my two and a half year old daughter, I stepped in a small hole and twisted my right ankle. Immediately, I began hobbling and sucking in short breaths through gritted teeth. My daughter came running.

She said, “Daddy! Daddy! What happened?”

I said, “Daddy’ll be okay, I just twisted my ankle.”

She immediately knelt down and rubbed my foot. She looked up and said, “Well, twist it back twist it back!”

Never thought of that. Smart. Pure. And she’s all mine.