Just a quick kid story!
My husband put the Pixie to bed this evening, and she was most assuredly NOT a happy camper. In fact, she'd rather uncharacteristically been throwing fits for at least the last hour.
My husband was laughing when he came out of her room. Apparently he had said to her, "Tomorrow let's have laughing, happy Toots because I like laughing, happy Toots.
And in a quite matter of fact tone, she said, "Daddy, I like crying, screaming Toots!"