It starts with the sad puppy dog eyes.
Then comes the lip and it starts to quiver.
Then it's the cry. The ugly cry. Always the ugly cry.
You never have to raise your voice to her ever. Her daddy can just give her the look or say her name sternly and she starts. Even as a baby. He could never even joke with her or pretend to be mad. When she's in trouble she knows and you don't have to say a word to her.
I'm pretty sure I've passed the sensitive gene onto her. I was always quick to emberass, quick to cry...especially when I thought I was in trouble.
Luckily she'll go to her room, scream, cry, come out and be done. Then I ask her if she wants snuggles or tickles? One will always put her in a better mood. Today she's tired and when she's tired she cries. over. everything. Today it was snuggles and after that she was fine.
She likes to give Cohen lots of love too. Sometimes a little too much, but can you really have too much? She doesn't think so.
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