Larry, Curly, or Moe?

Lily has turned into a walking slapstick routine. Yesterday she must have had at least 6 times where she managed to hurt herself and she had to come running to us for comfort. This act is getting a bit old, let me tell you. On one hand, we don't want to minimize the fact that she is hurting, but it is an odd coincidence that she gets hurt whenever she wants attention.

Last night as we went to bed I told her the story of the boy who cried wolf. I hope that it starts to sink in.