She handed this folded up paper to me after I told her she had to clean up her toys, then ran off. I called her back to ask her to explain the picture to me. I always do this because (though I never show her) I love to see her soulful little look as she seriously says, "That's a picture of you and me when you broke my heart, Mom."
I like how I'm smiling in this picture, rejoicing in my daughter's pain.
You will be happy to know that she cleaned up her mess, and then we did some Christmas coloring and decorating. She did not seem irreparably damaged.
Hooray for Christmas and hooray for the worst month of 2013 being over!