Mommy's Broken Owie

I broke my toe last night in my late-night, sleepless walking in the dark.  Yes, I walked into a wall.  Great story, I know.  This morning, it was really hurting (it had only been about six hours since the crack), and I couldn't put enough pressure on my foot to walk.  So I was hopping around trying to get Hannah ready for school.  Hannah was so sweet.  "I'm sad for your broken owie, Mommy."  And concerned that someone needed to help her out.  "Daddy doesn't have a broken owie, right?"  (Phew, Daddy to the rescue.)  And funny: "Are you going to hop to work?"