She was crying hysterically.
I thought she was hurt.
So I rushed into the bathroom. Yes, she was in the bathroom. With the iPad mini. She's like her father. I want to get in the bathroom, do my business, and hurry out. Meanwhile, my husband perches on his throne and emerges twenty minutes later. Natalie is the same.
I didn't know what was happening. Natalie hurts herself a lot. Did she accidentally run into the sink? Did she bang her head on the wall?
Did she...oh gosh...drop the iPad Mini into the toilet? Maybe that's why she was crying.
Oh, please no.
I opened the door and found her crying in the middle of the bathroom. No blood. And praise chocolate, she was grasping the iPad Mini.
Maybe it was a UTI?
Oh gosh, ew. Please let it not be a UTI.
"What's wrong?" I asked, because she continued to sob.
"My buildings are on fire! I worked so hard on those!"
I didn't compute. What buildings? What fire?
She waved the iPad Mini at me. "On Minecraft! My buildings are GONE! FOREVER! And I worked so HARD ON THOSE!"
I'll be the first to admit that I don't get Minecraft. I sort of roll my eyes when she watches those Stampy videos. "Hello, this is Stampy!" "Hello, this is Amber, and your voice hurts my ears at 7 AM."
"Come on," I said and scooped her up. I can still pick her up but my time is limited. She's 7, so soon I won't be able to. I already struggle now. It might be because I'm weak though.
"My buildings," she wailed into my shoulder. She rubbed her snot all over my shirt.
"Rebuild," I suggested. "For heaven's sake. Be grateful you don't have Ebola."
"You don't understand!"
"What's going on?" Tom asked. Ironically, he was playing a video game and was just grumbling about it minutes before. Gee, I wonder where Natalie gets it from?
"My buildings are on FIRE!"
"Put them out," Tom suggested.
"IT'S NOT THE SAME! IT WON'T WORK!"
She turned into Lizzie from The Walking Dead.
I managed to calm her down. She is going to re-build. She will be okay.