In Touch With Our Emotions...

So Ms Z was angry at me because I wouldn't give her Mac & Cheese for dinner. While my back was turned, she spilled a big glass of water--unclear whether by accident or on purpose.

So I looked at her for a moment and said, "I think that was naughty."

She looked kind of taken aback, then said, "Why do you say that? I don't like it when you say that!" And started a minor tantrum.

So I turned back around and kept making dinner. After a while she calmed down a bit, and we ate dinner together.

Later that night in the bath, she said, "Papa. I *hate* when you say I'm naughty."

I said, "I know, honey. I don't like saying it either."

"I hate it. It makes me mad. And it makes me confused."

Can't wait to see what the "Three's" are going to be like...