Half-full

Yesterday, when Cal, Isaac and I walked in the door, we saw a mess the dogs had made. They got into some food that I had in the diaper bag... again. I smacked them both and sent them outside.
Cal said, "I'm sorry that they did that."
I said defeatedly, "Thanks, Cal."
He said, "It's okay."
I said, "Well, I'm frustrated because if they eat all our food we won't have any left!"
He asked, "We don't have any more food?"
"Um... well, yes, we still have food..."
He said, "It's okay, mom. We can still have lots of fun!" while giving a fake little laugh to try to cheer me up.

Thanks for the reminder that it's not the end of the world, Cal.