a few times today, Liv melted into a puddle of tears. once, amid hiccups and sobs, she told this story.
Liv: Ally wanted to read Dora but I wanted Dad to read Dora, not Ally! I hit her! I hit my sister!
Me: Uh oh. Did that make you so mad?
Liv: No, I'm not mad! I'm very sad!
Me: (mistaking her sadness for remorse). What do you want to say to her?
Liv: BOO. I don't want to say sorry. I don't want to say that! I draw a X!
(draws an "X" in the air to signify crossing Ally out)
Yeah. That'll learn her.
