The Wrong Language

While driving home as a family from my work Christmas party my daughter dropped her water bottle and began to cry.  I wisely reminded her that we couldn't get up and get it for her while we were driving.  She cried harder.  Then my wife cut in and said, "Oh! What happened, honey? It's okay. We'll get it for you as soon as we get home." Then our daughter stopped crying.  How did that happen? My wife explained, "Even if you can't help her, you've got to make it seem like your going to." Brilliant!  I wish I spoke Mom sometimes.