She'll yell her baby bad words at me, and when that gets no response, her cursing turns into a sad cry.
Then she hangs her head down and sobs like she lost her bff.
Slowly she'll crawl to me, still sobbing her crocodile tears, and crawl into my lap.
Magically this happens...
She is good at throwing tantrums, but I won't fall for her trickery or give into her sad cries. Nice try Emma girl.