I made Alice cry this morning.
Alice was looking for her shoes. She looked and looked and Mom was getting antsy about time marching on so I, cruel and evil Father, looked under the couch and found the shoes. Alice was initially too stunned to react, but as soon as she sat down to put on the shoes it was all too much and she burst in to tears. “Daddy looked under the couch before I could!” she wailed to Mom. Mom, in that caring and compassionate way only a mother can achieve, replied “put your shoes on anyway”. Still, it took several minutes for Mom’s soothing to result in a fully shod Alice.