Scene: The little angel sits on the floor, covered in snot, while my beloved and I step over her, cooking dinner. She is drooling. Her mouth turns down, a sad clown.
Me: "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
Little Angel: "I just have to cry right now, because I'm sad, because I'm crying, because I put myself in time away so I'm sad so I can cry."
Me: "You don't have to be in time away just because you're sad."
LA: "But I'm not done crying."
Me: "Do you want a hug?"
LA: "No. I'm sad."
Me: "Sometimes a hug makes you feel better."
LA: "I'm just sad because I'm crying and today I was sad outside and then we ate crackers."
Me: "Are you done crying now?"
LA: "No. Yes."
Me: "Do you want an orange?"
LA: "Yes. I'm done."