My daughter spilled a big glass of water all over the kitchen table. Again. That girl is my ever-fidgeting, often-daydreaming, rather-clumsy gal. “Here we go again,” I moaned, “I’m toweling up another mess because you don’t listen to me and stay in your chair!” My tone seethed with frustration. She lowered her eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry.” Five minutes later, guess who spilled her cup of tea?

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