Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.
After I had composed myself (I tend to be a little dramatic, but it HURT!), I felt the arms of my little one wrap around me and a timid, "I'm so sorry, Mommy," was whispered in my ear. Tears sprang to my eyes (as they often do when I'm treated with such tenderness by the men in my life).
I'm glad I had an encounter with those silly red and blue robots. It was just another opportunity for me to be reminded how great it is to be the Queen of my Castle.