Ok, you made your point.

Evil Bad Mommy. Thanks, Brielle.

I asked Brielle, age 4, to draw a nice picture of our family. I was trying to get her out of my hair for awhile while I folded laundry. A few minutes later, she comes over to me with he big smile and says, "Here you go, Mommy!" and bounces away, blond hair flying.

I turn over the picture, and the first thing I see is a yellow haired black figure with menacing orange talons, holding a baby. The figure has evil eyes. I call Brielle and she skips over to me. I point at the mad face and ask, "Who is this?" (even though I know that it's me, because who else is always holding the baby?) and she sweetly says, "That's YOU, mommy!" I ask why I look mean. She says "Because you are mad. You have your mad face on all the time."

Gee, thanks, Brielle. Well, they say kids are always honest.  Point taken.