Oh well...

I've tried to teach the girls to say "Oh well!" in times of distress.  They spill something on their shirt, "Oh well!"  They wake up in the middle of the night, "Oh well!"  They don't get the flavor of lollipop they want, "Oh well!"  They shut their finger in the door, "Oh well!"  You get the idea....

Shelby just popped out of her room after being tucked in, crying a little too dramatically.  When asked what was wrong, she sobbed that her sticky hand she won at the Fall Carnival had ripped.  I responded, "Oh well!  We will fix it in the morning."  Her humorous response??  "It's NOT Oh well!!  It's OH NOOOOOOO!!!"

Apparently, a ripped sticky hand constitutes a true crisis, no longer worthy of an "Oh well!"