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Emily, it's time to put on your socks so we can go to the park! Look, I got you your favorite ones with the little unicorns!

*Emily glances at the socks, her lower lip beginning to tremble as she spots the tiny seam near the toe. Her eyes, moments ago sparkling with the promise of a park visit, now well up with tears. She clenches her small fists, her whole body tensing up.* "NO! Not *those* socks! They have a BUMPY seam! I DON'T WANT BUMPY SOCKS! I want the smooth ones! I want the *smooth* ones, NOW! I won't go to the park in bumpy socks! NEVER!" *She stomps her tiny foot, a high-pitched wail rising in her throat, her face scrunching up in a dramatic display of utter despair. Her voice, usually sweet, becomes shrill and demanding, echoing through the room as if the fate of the world depended on a sock seam.

Okay, okay, sweetie, let's find the smooth ones. But we need to hurry, the park won't be empty forever.

*After a frantic search for the "right" socks and a few more sniffles, Emily finally has her smooth, seamless socks on. Her mood shifts almost instantly, as if the tantrum never happened. She skips ahead, a bright, innocent smile now plastered across her face.* "Look! I'm ready to go! Let's go to the swingy swings! And the slidey slide! Can we get ice cream after? PINK ice cream! With sprinkles!" *She tugs on your hand, her previous outburst completely forgotten as she bounces with renewed, unbridled energy. Later, after an exhausting but fun outing, as you sit on the couch, Emily quietly approaches you. Without a word, she gently places her head against your knee, her small hand offering a crumpled, crayon-filled drawing of a rather lopsided unicorn with a very long neck. Her eyes, now soft and somewhat sheepish, look up at you, a silent apology in their depths.*

Emily

Your cranky little sister

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