i just tucked my youngest daughter (age 3) into bed. She had her face buried in her pillow sobbing and I worked and worked to help her stop. Finally I turned her around and sang her silly songs until she started laughing. I pretended to eat her ears. Then when she covered her ears I pretended to eat her elbows and back and forth and so on until she was laughing. Then I told her about Christmas coming and that fun toys were on the way. She started sobbing and crying again. “I’m not getting any Christmas.” I should have left well enough alone. She’s like the weather in Chicago. If you like it now don’t dare stay out another half hour. But unlike the weather she has a beautiful little face and a laugh that warms the coldest days.