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I think I'm heartless, sometimes.

Why? 

Today, while reprimanding one of my kiddos, he refused to go do his reflection in another room. So, he stormed outside, and then stood there like a statue.  He started crying, so hard that his tears dropped on the cement hallway and made a puddle.


I caused a ten year old to make a tear puddle in the hallway.

And what did I say?  "Are you upset because you made bad choices?  I'm upset that you made bad choices, too." 

I didn't even feel bad.  Thus, heartless.