This morning, DD was crying because I couldn’t carry her downstairs. I came back up, picked her up, and she was still crying. I told her to stop and she said, “I’m crying!” And cried more. Hahahaha.

This afternoon, the ipad ran out of battery and died while DD was using it. I put it away on the white credenza to charge and she threw a tantrum. She climbed up several times and was thrashing around. I finally put her in her room. She calmed down but was still mad at me. I made a face at her and she glared at me saying, “I’m crying!” Why is that always so funny?