Stella started crying, I asked Charlie to be kind and gentle. He claimed he hadn't hurt her. He said that she "just didn't know which way she was going and hit her face."
When I walked by again, he said (from underneath a table, with only his face poking out) "Mom, I'm going to explain the truf to you." Ok, son. "Stella just finked I was a hamster, so I just hit her in the face."