Don't cry over spilled milk

Today my moment occurred after dinner. I was making a bottle for Quint, and he pulled the gallon of milk off the counter on to the floor. They saying goes: don't cry over spilled milk...well I almost did. After a day of Quint testing me at every corner (including one phone call to poison control) I was about ready to be done. I just sat on the floor, feeling defeated, looking at the milk. I realized Quint felt bad about what he had done. I tried my best to put on my "its going to be ok" face and complete the bedtime routine. I know he did not intend to spill the milk. I just left the milk on the floor. BK came home just after I had got Quint to bed and he said "did you know you left the milk out?" I could have screamed.