So Peanut bangs his head on the toilet paper holder and begins to cry. I make a sad face, kiss the red spot, and cuddle him. He flips his face up to look at me and says, giggling, “Peanut laughing at Mommy sadness.”
You still call a truck a “doot” but you can say that you’re laughing at Mommy’s sadness?
So glad I taught you about emotions, so you could learn to express your feelings and empathize with others. Lot of good that did.
Geez we’re gonna have a good time when you’re 14.