More Lovely Words

Background for the story:
Poodle gets together some random "things" (mothers of little girls know what I mean) to bring with us to the store yesterday morning.  I explain to her that she can certainly bring them, but in an effort to circumvent the whining that might occur in the parking lot, I tell her upfront that she won't be bringing them into the store.
Oh, the humanity.  She trots herself off to her room and throws the various and sundry things into a toy bin in her room.

Mm-hmm.  So, I take said things immediately away from her (I think they're still on top of the fridge), which sends her immediately into a crying fit to make sure I realize just how mean of a person I actually am.  (Lovely behavior, eh?)

Then, Tooter comes bopping into her room and says with much concern:
"What hahppen?  What hahhppen *****?"  (insert Poodle's name there)

Oh, dear.  This was the first time he did that, and the brotherly concern, mixed with the my surprise to hear the words from him, mixed with the oh-so-pitiful situation got me so tickled I had to leave the room so no one would see me laugh.

Eh....  she'll get disciplined next time.  I just get so distracted when he actually talks and says things that are comprehensible that some things fall thru the cracks.  Go Tooter!  Keep on talkin', boy!