Maybe

I bent down to kiss Genna when I got back from the store and saw a big bump, bruise, and cut, all in one, on her forehead. I asked her what happened and she said she didn't know. Later I was racking my brain to figure out if she did it at the pool or what could have happened. I wondered aloud about it again and she say, "Well maybe it happened in the bathroom when I got off the toilet. And maybe I bumped my head on the sharp corner of the bathroom counter." "Maybe?" I ask, "Or that's really what happened, Genevieve?" That's really what happened! I was cracking up at the word maybe with all the details. She is really something else.