We spent part of the weekend in Syracuse visiting my family, who proceeded to burden Elizabeth with sugar and pink frilly dresses. Halfway through the day she understandably metled in a puddle of tears and exhaustion. I held her and comforted her while she wailed in sorrow. Three minutes into the tantrum, she pulled her blondie-blonde head back from my shoulder, looked me in the eye with a tear-stained face and requested between sobs, "Mommy, please take me to the mirror. I want to see how sad I look."
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