I know that it could have gone the other way because I've seen it go the other way: the glass of water tips over, the parents scold, the kid melts down. We know that story because we've lived that story, and all its myriad variations.
But today we lived a different story. It was such a grace-filled spill I brought it up at dinnertime as my favorite moment of the day.
We were out to lunch at the new Mediterranean place in the next town over. Juliette knocked her cup of water over; much of it splashed into my little bowl of tahini.
"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, sincere but calm. No hysterics.
And we just told her it was OK.