don't worry about it

Yesterday, right after Caleigh woke up from her nap she was laying in my lap as I was sitting on the floor of my room. Andrew was in there with us and after a while walked out of the room. I thought about it for a minute (briefly pondering all of the troubles he could and often does get in to - playing in the trash, pulling out all the toilet paper, splashing in the toilet water, eating something unknown from the floor...) and then said to Caleigh -

me: "Caleigh, Can you sit up for a minute? Mommy needs to get up."

Caleigh: "Mommy, not worry about it."

me: "What?" (it wasn't very clear)

Caleigh: "Mommy, not worry about it. Andrew be right back."

Hilarious that my oh so perceptive daughter sensed my anxiety about all the things Andrew was potentially getting in to and felt the need to reassure me not to worry about it - that Andrew would be right back. So I didn't worry about it (I usually don't really worry about it which is why Andrew gets in to so much mischief) and Andrew did come back in a few minutes.