My Heart Is Broken!

Okay, so here's a good one. We just got back from the swimming pool and I got the girls all dressed in the pajamas and getting ready for bed while I'm still in my swimsuit, so I'm trying to find a second to go get changed and Tori comes running into my bathroom while I'm picking out my pajamas, "Abbie has the water bottle and she's getting EVERYTHING wet!" So, I bring my clothes with me, go find her hiding under her bed and I take the water bottle from her. Of course that results in a tantrum and she's trying to get the water out of the fridge where I put it. So I try to explain that she can have some after I get dressed when she's not freaking out, but she won't listen and insists that she gets it out of the fridge, so I put her in her room and try to close the door without her coming out and without smashing a body part in the door. So she opens the door right as I'm trying to get dressed in the hallway :) and she cries, "My heart is broken!" I said, "you're what?" She says, "My heart, my heart is broken!" I couldn't help but laugh and then my question was, "Who taught you that?" She had no response, but I thought that was plenty blogworthy.