The Forgiveness of Snails

Partially because I made him take a nap today, and partially because I think he can feel my tension, Ewan is still awake at nearly 11:00.  He's laying in our bed, where he usually starts the night, and I've been going in and out here and there to get things.  Just now I went in, and he had the biggest frown on his face and the saddest eyes I've ever seen.  I immediately became super motherly and asked what was wrong, which made him cry harder.  When he explained what was wrong, I couldn't understand him at all.  I asked him to tell me again, and he wailed, "I'm just so sorry I squished a snail one day!!!"  

I've assured him that the snail forgives him.